In so many stories, the growing giant stretches as if they have been
trapped forever like Houdini in his double-locked box,
but now they laugh, now they are free (and it’s your problem). See them
stretching sighing unfurling, see their pupils dilate to swallow you whole.
New growth, new hands new arms and legs, new soul.
They open their mouths to speak the new words in their new voice.
But pity the giant who feels with dawning horror every shocked scream,
each terrified uncomprehending stare. Pity them with their dewy nerves
twanging in fresh acres of stretched skin. All they wanted was
to be themselves, not knowing that they finally are.
To grow, to fill the room, the house, the city, the sky, is to become exposed.
It is to escape from the trap of you that you have constructed. It is to tell the truth.
Size Writes 