i wanna sink my feet through the floor and watch school children carve words into my chest while the birds sing songs about catching the early worm. i wanna stand in one place and watch the world go by, and feel the ants go marching two by two. i wanna bleed sweet blood for your baby’s young teeth and be your shelter from the coming rain. i wanna change my hair and cut it all off in autumn just to let it grow wild all summer long. i wanna reach for the sun and seek water. i wanna feed the squirrels in central park. i want rilke to notice me and walt to gasp and for both of them to speak of my essence and the void i fill. i want lovers to sit beneath me, and i want you all to taste my fruit. i wanna be the air you breathe, and i wanna be the box they put you in when all your breathing ceases. i want knots in my flesh and rings around my heart, and i don’t wanna dance anymore. but sometimes when the moon is low and the wind is in the leaves, i will stand my ground and go swaying with the breeze, and i will smile invisible and be satisfied.
