i wish i could stretch my bones till i'm a little taller
pull my hair out from my head, make it longer.
in a car with wrinkles of rust from years
driving through mountains of dust and old whiskey bottles,
we'd stuff ourselves and our midsummer, sparkling eyes
and tan skin.
two capricorns, two cancers, two aries
burning in their legal freedom, burning with the glory.

most of us suffered through the stuffed,
cabinet town
together,
like secret cigarettes the smallest amount too large for their
hiding place.

we were vast, our souls fingers outstretched
like morning fog,
wandering and grabbing spread out like
cards,
grasping everything we could find.

our souls fingers were like
a desperate man,
roaring for anything to save him.