today I want to make myself
so small
outwardly, inwardly
microscopic
existence is uncomfortable
in this moment
the absence of sound is as
unbearable as noise
it angers me
just being noticed, sitting
idle in a dark & quiet room
scowling at corporeal form
doing, feeling, anything,
pulls all energy, every breath
from this absurdly awkward
space-taking-up vehicle
I'm annoyed at how
melodramatic this all feels
I was large and looming just
yesterday, unashamedly THERE
I'm realizing this is frustration with
time & space as a whole,
bodies & life & thought & feeling &
that stink bug that won't fucking land
oh my god bug JUST LAND ALREADY