on another autumn night,
I'm trying not to be stung. but oh, I have dreams,
I promise. I want to carry a treasure home in a bike basket.
I want my arms to be full of bread and honey. I want to close every
space with a well-meaning word. I want to name all the part of a ship.
I want to be an apple tree. if you ask
me another day, I will lie through my teeth. I will be
a creature that wants for nothing, who eats on an empty countertop
like bark stripped from its body. I will be plates overturned, nothing fixed into a tablecloth. I
will look up and not see and call that a sky.
tonight I know what scares me. at one i'll say sorry
but here I speak for only myself.