Limitless

She hated shoes the way a child hates broccoli.
Barefoot walks through moonlit alleyways made me hate them too.
But I’d wear them anyway,
Because I didn’t live in her world
Made of nothing and everything.
I lived somewhere beyond fences and cages and barbed wire.
Somewhere that labeled her as a distraction.
I have always been astonished that they could confine my infinity
Into one, mangled word
When she had expanded across oceans and continents and galaxies.
All they had done
Was make sure I’d never speak without being spoken to.