I’ve been living in these stale

casings for a little bit now

anxiety has tied them too tight

like my slippery laces

slippery notions of who I am 

follow unsteady yearnings 

for who I was

my student became homeless 

last thursday

he really enjoys the holiday inn

but i get mad at them

for not feeding him a good

enough breakfast

which is silly

because before

he was homeless

sometimes he didn't get 

breakfast or he got

donut holes

I roll past some huge house

on my bike

wondering if i should knock

and plead his case

and then i think

my house is huge

it’s big enough?

when I was little 

i would rearrange the kids on the bus

so everyone would fit comfortably

I hated when kids would cram

and leave someone

all alone

I hated the huge gaps of space 
where they shouldn't be

now 

i will the leftover food 

into unbitten packages

the stuff i throw away

so i dont eat it

so I don't use it to fill 

the gaps of space in me

which shouldn’t exist

and wont be fixed with food

so that others don't have holes
of hunger

because 
I hate the huge gaps of space
where they shouldn't be

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there is a gap in me

that shouldn't be

I wonder if i could offer 

it up

as useless space

like the mansions

or the bus seats

maybe someone could use it 

better than me.