I pick and choose who they are. Who comes in.
Like the rest of me. I decide, who comes in. No one
no one comes in, into me, unless I let them
and I don’t let them anymore- I don’t let anyone touch me that
down and deep. I don’t need that, it’s too risky
to be out there like that. And I don’t let, I don’t let
anyone into the hole in my chest, because they stretch
and stretch it out and when they leave the hole
is out of place and bigger than before. So I choose
to not let anyone in. I need, to be careful more care
full more careful with my mind and not to not
more careful and not letting anyone in. Not letting
them in to touch, and prod, and move things around.
Jostling pieces of glass balanced on poles, sending them down
to shatter into cut bleeding musical shards.
My fears about getting to know people, and about letting them in, because leaving myself open to other people, also means them getting to know me and being vulnerable.