the crawlspace smaller
where I can keep my
feelings, deep away
from you.
To be screamed in
My chest, underneath
without noise to
fill our home.
Is it all in my head
make it all up,
just the dumb child
I fear I may be.
Or am I crazy instead,
to walk on tiptoes
centipede belly
to floor
scurry around
my life in the wall cracks
For what seems to be
For you.
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