Small
I want to become very small
Like the final clover flower of fall
Curled up tightly against the cold
Or the littlest lamb in the littlest fold
Like a roly poly that’s been touched
Or a plastic cup that’s been crushed
And casually tossed into the trash
But maybe I just need to crash
Burrow into the blankets on my bed
Dream small dreams and play dead
Wake up with the bears in spring-
Maybe then, I’ll be a bigger thing