Ready to measure.

I have several sticks
laid about the floor
ready to measure the length
ready to fill
and overfill
this little space
grabbing out
the paper measurer
to determine the capacity
and I know it’s there
past what it can keep
so I cut a hole within my head
to let my skull open
and my brain breathe
filling the room
already overpacked
with all those thoughts
emptied my brain will never be
because each moment thinks another
and each thought sprouts
a thousand more
reusing words
because I live now
and now we live within structure
and the honor
to choose the words
to define an object
is over
because here and now
we only speak
for those that are gone
left to lay their sticks
within the rooms that have been built
by those before
filling their spaces
as if we cannot
create our very own
in which I split the sticks
breaking them
releasing their dust
and crumbling this place
because this place
can be ours.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina