the room you made


how daring,
that you would make a room
so wide,
place my seat in it
and ask that i make up my mind
whether i leave or stay.

the cheek,
to make a room
so wonder-filled
and ask that i be tenant
live on month to month
and occasionally flirt
with the idea of making it
a home for this…

bless you always,
for conjuring mirages,
walls too short to hold
all that kicks within me.
may you never
meet your equal
in this treachery.