One Size Does Not Fit All #34
July 5, 2001

You said that my persona/personality
Didn't fit
the way my body moved.
And I thought
of the sound of my voice
trapped inside a tape recorder
and knew it was true
What you said, like hitting my head
on the bed

Nobody has ever been right on
Top of this box

But
I can have a party in here,
There is plenty of space,
Without you.
A spot where
I don't expect anything out of myself
Except to only get through the next
The next break, next fall,
The next crack in the wall.

And I manage,
And for me it's a success.
Why yesterday, I could only expect less

But more and more,
Id like to see the floor
If my tits would digress
With the rest,
And leave not such a mess
Of what's left
Of
Me