i have boundaries

sometimes i answer calls and sometimes

i feel the ring and it sinks like a weight

into the depths of my pocket.

you can’t just show up because sometimes

there isn’t any of me to see.

i need time to become myself again,

to cocoon within blankets and bathtubs

until i don’t like i’m suffocating anymore.

so please don’t surprise me with a phone call or a visit,

because i’ll say i’m sorry and i slept through the whole thing

when really i bit my lip and tapped my foot

hoping to god you’d leave before i collapsed.