this poem is brought to you by the somnam corporation

maybe part of why you fit so nice
is you don’t make me feel
emotionally claustrophobic
we’ve had these soft silences
full of nonverbal truths
you’ve gone months
without trying to read my diary

most times i feel
my time my thoughts my feelings
are a public library
with dozens of patrons
milling about & checking me out
it gets exhausting
to keep so little for me

the size of the space is irrelevant
i could live in a mcmansion
and still get cabin fever
from someone following my every move
the human eye is a high-res camera
my life is a surveillance state
but we can fall asleep in your car
in the snow
and barely rouse when the cops show up

when your seas are calm
i can float on my back
under a warm golden sun
& sleep without drowning