make space for me.
this is a bad poem.
I hate sweat and breath,
unless it’s someone I like.
I don’t hate sweat and breath. I just hate him

and I feel bad for that!
he’s nice, but he’s not for me.

A raccoon in the hole of a tree trunk,
in an owl’s nest, where he doesn’t belong.
birds that live in holes in trees are called cavity nesters.
I’m pretty sure owl’s don’t even do that for real.
Imposter syndrome is made up.
why does it matter if they think you don’t belong?
Unless they have the power to exclude you.
Then it does matter.

Make space for me. I don’t want to make my own space.
I’m tired.
It’s hard to attract people. Where are they?