when i look at you,

i see some kind of

allegiance,

some kind of love for

an idea wherein family really means something.

work is not an option.

size is not important.

and beautiful things can be

almost negligible,

like the thinness of a lip

or a scar wrapped about a finger.

so i try to exile this

growing tumor of envy,

because you didn't make me

more complicated, didn't

contract my large being

in corners.

it is just that

sometimes,

i want to feel like a part

of that simplicity

i have never known.