chutes and ladders

my haven

does not think of me

because it can't

i made it up and

it does not exist

i do not exist there

it does not breathe outside of its own walls

for me

anymore

the open jar/

the glass vase/

the fire escape/

i do not feel safe

here's to you

and here's to me

and here's to everything being bigger

or smaller

than it seems.