Once I Was the Size & Shape

A c-shaped boat, cashew, rarely
do I free-float, teenagers molting,
the texture of wallpaper.
Lisping covers your words in snow.

I stepped inside your spleen & it fit
like a warm season,
thawed out my bird-mechanic.
This is my final battle so enjoy.

Dented by grass, like I pick up
the phone & you’re ready, there.
Let me guess, either your knee or
foot touches the ground.