And Roberto helped me so much with these poems,
so I also wanted to read them for that reason.
"Our tiny dimensions."
The body's measure is our way, the archetype
narrowed and no one winced.
We want something that doesn't exist anymore
because of biology.
We want tight but get density flower.
The measure of organs is our way.
We talk about it with strangers and should be ashamed.
We're planning the three tips that can shrink us.
We're holding our angle hostage with a measuring tape
against it bound to the tape.
I want to turn myself into an infant.
You want to be plinth.
We're figures, we're lists of expenditure and food diaries,
but today, I held the middle of me in hand and shook it.
It shook, shook like something fun.