Pocket

You said the day didn’t begin until

we said good morning

the sun still rises and sets, so

how many days have not begun?

I made myself small

By folding in one corner

I created two new edges, but

at least I could fit into your pocket

Awkwardly bent, inside that square

I would lay my head against your chest

hear your heart beating

and sync up my breath.

The compromise of security

is not worth the risk of not being

able to grow into the newest version

of self.

And yet sometimes I still miss being inside your pocket.

-LGF

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