I am a blind hamster on a creaky wheel.
I am the weight at the bottom of a sack of drowning kittens.
I am your overdue taxes with thirteen attachments and nine different forms.
My life is mud.
It is a paradise for sickly toads and preying swampthings.
I slog through it lik ea nine hundred pound woman climbing a flight of stairs.
What do I want?
Everything.
Ocean sounds echoing off the walls of my sanctuary.
Soft cushions topping heaps of treasure.
Hot tea in a rainstorm.
Lovers from here to Mazatlan.
Seven angelic children singing like bells at Christmas.
I want to stay young.
I want to be young, younger than I've ever been --
I want straight shoulders
and hairless skin
and white teeth
and perfect eyesight.
The grace of a dancer.
The vision of a priest.
The life of someone starting over,
wisdom remembered, energy building,
all in love with skylines and jet trails.
Mostly, I want your eyes
meeting mine
and telling me
I'm not alone in this.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 4:51 AM UTC
I am a blind hamster on a creaky wheel.
I am the weight at the bottom of a sack of drowning kittens.
I am your overdue taxes with thirteen attachments and nine different forms.
My life is mud.
It is a paradise for sickly toads and preying swampthings.
I slog through it lik ea nine hundred pound woman climbing a flight of stairs.
What do I want?
Everything.
Ocean sounds echoing off the walls of my sanctuary.
Soft cushions topping heaps of treasure.
Hot tea in a rainstorm.
Lovers from here to Mazatlan.
Seven angelic children singing like bells at Christmas.
I want to stay young.
I want to be young, younger than I've ever been --
I want straight shoulders
and hairless skin
and white teeth
and perfect eyesight.
The grace of a dancer.
The vision of a priest.
The life of someone starting over,
wisdom remembered, energy building,
all in love with skylines and jet trails.
Mostly, I want your eyes
meeting mine
and telling me
I'm not alone in this.