I fill up spaces with

plans for things I want

to fill up my spaces with.

I write it down,

make it real, make it

take up real space and then

break the plans with

things I did not plan

on filling my spaces with.

My 15-year old son talks to

himself in his room, imagines

himself a friend with

whom he is having a tiff,

swears at himself, says

“Fuck you, I’m not a fucking

bug!” Then plays back the

recording. I think he’s trying

to fill up his space, too.