things I tend to do in open spaces

1. The designers of this place got it all wrong, ‘cause they put walls between us, and the doors in those walls have locks in ‘em, and the locks work and there’s too much damn space in here for me. I get vertigo from it. Give me somethin’ smaller.

2. I hope you don’t mind if I throw pieces of what you’ve given me into space like rice at God’s wedding, ‘cause I’d feel selfish if I kept more than even a breath of it for my self.

3. Oh, ya need space, ok. Yeah, I get it. Me too, actually, I was just about to say that. Umm, it’s just that lately I’m jealous of the space that you occupy, ‘cause it gets to hold you like that. When I’m drunk, I still dream of you and in the dreams you’re saving small children from falling chandeliers and things.

4. From when I was younger until not so long ago, I often felt that I was wasting everything I consumed, including the space I occupied. I no longer feel this way.

5. I’ve got better things to do now than chase you, but still I still chase you. Okay, I don’t chase you. But a space has been made now where the book of us is standing like a tree right in front o’ me and I can’t help but want to climb it and hang from its branches.

Let’s tie a rope there and make a swing.