I am existing in a space no bigger than the
smallest space you have ever seen!
One chair with 3 legs kind of space, a single pot,
folded in half, paper plates, a 2-pronged fork
and one spoon that doubles as a pen.
So you understand why this will never work, where
would my toothbrush go, what would happen to my
rubber band and what of the half a postcard of Paris at night?
my sweet lady
can't you see? I have absolutely no room for an
all encompassing and confounding endeavor, such as love
and yes, I may have possibly forgotten to mention, I am in the
middle of negotiations to maybe acquiring a can opener
sans one of its handles of course.
so you understand?
I am glad we can part as friends,
if you a postage stamp you would
like to give me so i can have a memento
of our time together, that would be
lovely, I promise to find room for it,
by maybe ripping out and
discarding the minute hand
of my watch.
