My Life Was the Size of My Life

My life was the size of my life.

Its rooms were room-sized,

its soul was the size of a soul.

In its background, mitochondria hummed,

above it sun, clouds, snow,

the transit of stars and planets.

It rode elevators, bullet trains,

Various aeroplanes, a donkey.

It wore socks, shirts, and its own ears and nose.

It ate, it slept, it opened

And closed its hands, its windows.

Others, I know, had lives larger.

Others, I know, had lives shorter.

The depth of life, too, is different.

There were times my life and I made jokes together.

There were times we made bread.

Once, I grew moody and distant.

I told my life I would like some time,

I would like to try seeing others.

In a week, my empty suitcase and I returned.

I was hungry then, and my life,

My life, too, was hungry, we could not keep

Our hands-off  our clothes or  

Our tongues from...