i believe there was a time
in my past — 
i took up space.
i would stand my ground
for something,
i suppose. 

these evenings 
lately
i am content with being invisible.
i take up only 
the smallest share
of our bed
i slip in
hoping to go unnoticed
wonder again
why it takes me so long
each night
to find my way into this
happiest of places
i am filled with such
peaceful gladness 
my body confined to 
the narrowest edge of the mattress
or crescent-moon-shaped around you
a balancing act 
between you and the cat
your tiny body
i am bursting
filled with gratitude 
for the serene simplicity
abundant tranquility 
and this minuscule allowance
one joyful, 
invisible
me.