I dreamed of being bigger.
Until I was too big to fit,
uncomfortable in my childhood
room. Unable to articulate.
I dreamed of being smaller
like closer-to-average was a key
to happiness. It took time to find
comfort in my big body.
I dreamed I layed across Appalachia
like its undulating contours were my bed,
like it was the yellow egg crate foam
my memaw would buy to cushion us
against hard old mattresses–
sheets stretched so thin over so much.