I am not a poem.

Typed letters can take you to other worlds

But not inside my head.

I am as infinite as the universe

As impossible to map as existence

My body could fit in a refrigerator box

My brain could be held in your hands

My heart would occupy a single palm

But my identity can’t be encapsulated into black words on a white page

Any more than stars can be plucked from the sky and cast into a cardboard box.



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