manners and class
i grow taller everyday.
i’ve gone too big for my britches,
too lengthy for this desk
bust my arms out through the windows
and stand up with the building around my hips.
grind eggshells and salt to bless this house i wear,
evict the spirits i used to be smaller than,
there’s no going back now.
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Fantastic. You are so talented.
I see this poem. Wonderful!