I feel like
every time
someone asks me
if I’m okay
And I lie,
I get a little smaller.
I had a rough day today.
Are you okay?
Yes.
I just lost an inch
I’ve had a bad week.
Are you okay?
Yes.
I just lost three.
I just got dumped.
Are you okay?
Yes.
I’ve lost a solid foot
And my feet
no longer touch the ground
When I sit.
A friend of mine died recently.
Are you okay?
Yes.
Another foot. I can no longer see over counters.
I think I want to die.
Are you okay?
Of course.
I’m so small,
I now fear I’m going to be stepped on.
Are you okay?
I’m not sure,
Not that that matters, now.
I’m so small,
even if I wanted to cry for help
No one would be able to hear me.
Wait.
No one can hear me.
Am I okay?
No.
I’m not.
I’m not okay.