Space
The openness that invites
b-r-e-a-t-h-i-n-g
d-e-e-p-l-y
Uncluttered by stuff
or words
I am desperate for more margins
Places,
room
to
breathe
uncrammed by words
I must erase

There is no white space left
No place to add on margins
My mother calls it burning the candle
I call it overscheduled, overflowing

So I erase
I cancel
So I can breathe again
Where can I find it?

It’s in the No.
No… it creates my space
It eludes my lips
I can’t find it, I search
Suffocating for the space
The ability to find the no
To say it
To own it
To do it
To save space
To make the margins
To embrace it

(b-r-e-a-t-h-e)

Space

~suelarkinsweems ’11