I’d like to see your biceps deflated
I’d like to see you three inches shorter
I’d like to see you run ragged
I’d like to see you less then you are
because then maybe, you could be on my
level
And maybe,
if you were on my level ,
you could be decent
I am a balloon
With children’s hands inside of me
Wearing me
like rubber mittens
Stretching me open
so I am a filtered transparent
I am so close to breaking
that I can’t fill anymore
I can’t rise
to your level
So you must
fall
to mine
I just want us to be equal
I want to stand next to you
and be confused at which face is mine
Because maybe,
if you were less of you,
then you could appreciate
all of me