Little by little, scooch by scooch, you brought
in the walls ‘til they’re so close I can hardly even breathe anymore and I can
hardly even move anymore. I cannot maneuver these hallways and I bump my head
on the doorframe when I go to try and leave.
At night, I wake up and lying there in the
dark, I can feel the ceiling just inches above my face. It’s way too close and
there’s not enough air and it’s all closing in on me.
You shrank the van to where it looks like a
toy. Kids on skateboards tower over me. Dogs tailgate me. Grandmas laugh at me.
At work now, my office is like a cardboard
box and it’s all closing in on me.
