Megalophobia: Fear of large things

It’s not that the walls are closing in, I mean,look at my shoulders, they widen even as we speak,this blazer is tearing on the blades,and nothing’s ever going to fit me again. I’m not afraidthe falling ceiling will flatten me to the floor,it’s the way my shins add inches, the wayit propels me upward, I’ve never been comfortablebeing so sky bound. The tight spaces kept meand kept me and now here you are, asking meto be bigger than gym shoes will allow,to breathe the way a hurricane breathes.

When you say, c’mon, be a man, don’t you hearthe barbells hitting the floor in my head? Don’t youhear the way the furniture scrapes and appliances rattlelike the whole rabble either wants to escapeor wants to warn youthat when giants are needled out of slumberthey make a mess of neatly arranged mountains.It’s as if they don’t know how to not bean elbow cracking the Earth in half.