"What size are you?"
She asked me
"You look like an 8.
I'll grab you one in that size."
I looked at her
"What size are you?"
I wanted to ask
Size 1/18?
I can't see your waist
That's probably not good
That's all life has become now
Small's medium's and larges
You get an X in front if
Your special
Different from everyone else
You know what lady?
I'm a size 362
Do you have anything in that?
No? I'm not surprised
Not many carry the size
It's kind of risky for the business
Since I'm the only one it fits
Well maybe one or two others
Let's see if they fit
We can shove them into tiny boxes
Just to test their claustrophobia
You shoved me in a box once
Asked me how it felt
It made my nose ache
you don't believe me?
Look I have a paper cut on my left eye
That is my proof
You hide inside your bubble now
You won't come out for anyone
Afraid of misinterpreted dreams
And wrongly pronounced verbs
I coaxed you out with buttons once
Some of them shimmered
Others were dull
We sat on the grass
Drunk with giddiness
Dividing them into colors
Shapes
Sizes
Textures
No matter how we grouped them
There was that one button
It never fit
You said it was you
Your that button still
Don't match any category
You told me I was the shiny one
Because
Because I was your star
The bright shining one
I watch the starts during the day
They shine better
I sewed you onto my shirt
Well your button
It doesn't keep anything closed
Just reminds me of you
Because you back in your bubble now
Said you'll never come out
Did you keep me?
My button
I'm learning to fly now
The birds are laughing at me
I saw my button on a shirt
It was yesterday
The size was 362
Thanks