I learned early how to take up less space,
walking on the balls of my feet
so the floorboards wouldn't groan.

I thought love was a transaction—
a prize for the cleanest room
or the highest mark.

11:00 PM: "Hey. how are you?"
Delete.

11:00 PM:  "I know its late but I cant sleep. How have you been? I've been thinking about you."
Delete