Spatial Awareness (Poetry)

I’ve tried on and off for decades now
but still I cannot fit
however hard I squeeze myself
I fail — spill out of it —
this gap will not accommodate
the phantom limbs I throw
thought produces arms and legs
ideas that need to grow ...

The censor looms — political —
to prune — to slash and hack
the body gathers to itself
new strength unfolding back
undisciplined yet seeking space
asylum for the raw-
skinned with an unruly shape
cut wrong for life’s jigsaw.