you make me feel small (in a good way)

i swear we fit in teaspoons--

you & me & sometimes the moon when

it's so new that it hides in the shadow

of alleyway pennies

you make me feel small in a good way--

like i'm sleeping in a thimble

unbutton my mouth with your thumb--

thread me-- needle between your teeth--

microscope my body behind

the wheel of my green volvo-- highway

flickers-- i am a stick of pink gum--

a jelly bean-- an acorn--

i ache with trees--

so small that no one will

see the taillights in my teeth--

the blare of my short hair bristling

in the exhale of 

every street corner--

i used to be terrified 

of smallness

praying to the bones of

dinosaurs--

plucking jupiter from between

mars & saturn-- a big red 

jawbreaker--

broke my jaw chewing pebbles

by the creek--

i fit in the glove box--

under your tongue--

flyleaf page boy-- i lay flat

& mischief myself quiet-- practicing

my signature with a piece of white chalk--

clap the erasers out behind the 

elementary school--

i kneel with the caterpillars

now-- small & hungry

& on your couch i am certain

i must fit in the palm of

your hand--

careful with me 

i could be easily lost

by a strong or determined breeze 

a hollowed out egg

a kiss left on a collar bone

come meet me while the moon

is still new--

while there's still a 

dark dip into-- hands & kness

beneath the pillow--

terrarium lid sky

& damp earth