i've got a soul stuffed full
of criminal wings unzipped
from my back and feet fighting
to run wild beneath all this celestial
weight

it's a struggle
to breathe through
so many dreams
they take up all the space in my house.
if i'm lucky, all this longing leaves
room
for
air
in its wake

someone
planted centuries in my soul.
i get so very sure
of this every time
i try to stretch
so much longing
across one lifetime

there is nothing that
leaves you feeling
quite so small
as having
to shove
all this being
into your one allotted
body