I’m thinking about taking up a lot of space.
I should add a few sentences to my rambling,
Maybe I’ll say the same thing over and over with the words muddled a different way, just incase.
I could take long
pauses to hold their attention, and they’ll hang on to every word,
I can tell them all those things that I know, the things they’ve already heard.
I daydream of days where I’ll state a true fact,
And don’t hear immediate scrambling for Google,
Of days when I’ll talk loudly and hugely,
and every decibel will have its impact.
But, for now, all I can do is keep thinking and thinking
Of how to take up more and more space
Because it would surely make them sweat in their sticky hot see through houses, to see my loud lovely mouth, pressed against the glass.
