Collapse
A Poem
On days where I stand so strong there is still always a small part of me that just wants to collapse and fold into smaller parts and become a pocket square in my own front pocket a nesting doll inside of myself so I can hide from the world
I actually like the thought of it a mechanical compilation of images of me folding myself over and over or not even so orderly just a vivid thought of this: my body, tall like a tree, but I really want to fall like I am free caving in, until I am small
I want to sag, slump, and settle crumble and crumple I want to give way to gravity and allow myself to disintegrate and become one with nature I want my whole body to collapse because only then will I feel truly rested
© Jonathan Greene 2020
If you liked this, you might like this as well:





