You opened a box and took out a smaller box.
The afternoon changes to night when a minute hand moves not when
the sun sets. You say sleep is easier
in the morning so you stay awake until you've had a chance
to make a large breakfast.

I'm running through the city.
People look at me as I pass, I'm wearing bright yellow shorts,
I feel self conscious but I'm running in the city.

It was much easier to stop talking
after you slept with my friend.
We had other things to try. You gave 'laying in a bed for hours staring
at the television' a shot while I attempted 'drinking
heavily enough to make awkward sexual advances on strangers'.

We opened the apartment
and took out a smaller replica apartment complete
with stained carpets and dirty furniture.
The little people in the little apartment didn't talk to each other either,
they make dinner and burn chocolate
and steep tea leaves in hot water.

In the smaller box, in the smaller apartment, life is better.
We have tiny hands and tiny fingers
clutching tiny window frames.