collapsible souls

i admit that i was expanding,
and that isn’t what you want me to be,
so i will fold myself up,
all of myself, my lank limbs and bulging hairs,
crease and crimp until it’s slight as a shadow
small enough to stick in your suitcase,
if this is what it takes,
because I don’t know what else to do,
and i don’t know what love is.

a jogger will find me in a park,
just another body folded in your wake,
with cold eyes and
a pathetic smile

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