High

My favorite shoes are platform stilettos
That make me 6 foot 2
I love to lay sprawled on the floor
And wrangle my arms and legs into an imitation of dance
I love to lift my rib cage
To reach the top shelf flat-footed
But I love these things
With a wet-plaster smile
Melting off in the sun
And needing constant repair
I've always thought I take up too much space
My voice and my body
Seeming to ever expand like a balloon
When I cry
I cry in corners and alcoves and closets
Spaces where I can pretend to be small
Invincible in my invisibility