I am not a poem.
Typed letters can take you to other worlds
But not inside my head.
I am as infinite as the universe
As impossible to map as existence
My body could fit in a refrigerator box
My brain could be held in your hands
My heart would occupy a single palm
But my identity can’t be encapsulated into black words on a white page
Any more than stars can be plucked from the sky and cast into a cardboard box.