you like to think of it as
fashioning, shaping,
trimming to fit
everything looks better
smaller
at least, that’s how
it seems to you,
because you are
small
always pruning, shaping,
lopping bits off
leaves of contentment
stems of security
roots of self-worth
the flowers of joy
you make it all tiny,
small enough to fit
in your dainty little
terrarium
or in your pocket
or your shoe
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Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares.
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