Steph Bruzon

God

i say 

i feel small 

/

but i

don’t fit on the hangers

in closets

/

i swim in a sea

of my own toxins

/

i walk on the walls.

/

and i use my voice 

more than my body,

/

for a woman 

that’s not right.

/

i steal the light

give the light

hold me tight, 

/

please

make sure it’s tight. 

/

the parts of you

i used to put myself together

are forever parting;

/

we are on separate paths. 

/

and i’m still

waiting for myself

to emerge from 

all those halves. 

/

so God

i say 

make it feel like a dream

when you do it, 

/

please,

talk me right through it. 

/

i love too much 

write too much

feel too much

live too much

die too much

speak too much

want too much

sing too much 

/

I say good morning,

say good night to it all 

/

and still

i feel

so

very

small.