Space

I need some space

Glued-glommed

Onto me

You are

Ever present
"In my face"

So closely
You do

Walk behind

Often stepping

Onthebackofmyshoe

I yearn for room
To turn around

Without tripping over you

Struggling to get a breath

Your neediness squeezes me

Like the Anaconda's dinner
I'm longing to be set free
Frankly,

Somuchtogetherness

Ain't all its cracked up to be