I want to fold little bits of myself and put them away on a shelf
till all of me is condensed so soundly that I become impenetrable
and nothing can hurt me.
I want to curl up into a tight little ball atop my mattress
and have someone brush the tips of their fingers
against my forehead -momentarily-
but otherwise be left where i am alone
the fan is spinning
and nothing can hurt me.
I've closed the door of my linen closet,
left myself in the dark,
nestled away between the kitchen towels and cleaning rags,
with a sigh.
Yes, I can't stop sighing.
Don't let anything hurt me in here.
Don't let anything in.