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LIFE LESSON POETRY
No Vacancy
the sacred space of invisible boundaries
I like you,
like a bag of chips —
the smacking salt on
lips rendering me
nothing but thirsty
But I love
the person I am
on the way to forever becoming —
like a treasure
newly unearthed
with each internal
excavation
A bag of chips
can’t stand beside
a treasure without
crumbling and
making a crinkly stink
The journey only arrives
with a ticket
for one
There’s no space
in the overhead compartment
of my soul for you
to join me
without both of us getting
squashed
We can visit
and enjoy some rides,
but the exploration within
is a party
of one