i danced on a snail’s antenna

Fold me in half, fold me again
I’m learning how to disappear

Thirty-seven doors that won’t unlock
I shrink to fit the keyhole talk
They want me louder, brighter, tall
But I was born to curl and fall

No spotlight, no flame
Just me, the wind, and no name
She said, “You’ll fade,”
I said, “Good.”

I danced on a snail’s antenna
Like the world forgot to blink
No one watching
But I felt everything
I didn’t vanish
I just stopped being big
Isn’t that the trick?

Salt shaker suite, spoon for a bed
Quiet enough to lose my head
No faces, no fake applause
Only rhythm, only moss

Ants in line beneath my feet
Leaf missed me—still felt complete
She asked, “Are you gone?”
I said, “Almost.”

I danced on a snail’s antenna
Like the world forgot to blink
No one watching
But I felt everything
I didn’t vanish
I just stopped being big
Isn’t that the trick?

If I’m small, am I free?
If unseen, do I breathe?
You can’t lose what you can’t find
So I left size behind

I danced on a snail’s antenna
Tiny stage beneath the sky
No one clapping
Still, I touched the high
I didn’t vanish
I just chose the quiet
Small enough...
To riot

Fold me in half
I’m still here