I want a moment,
one the world can give me without
missing. A velvet moment that I can
rub circles into when my sleep is dreamless.

I want a moment,
of insignificance and of meaninglessness. One
I can replay in my head over and over until nobody can
ascribe some import and pattern to what I’ve
done, to who I am.

I want a moment,
a sharp little moment.
Something for anyone
made to be
            something for me.

A moment that comes boxed
like little gas station razors,
one that will weather
cut
smooth
my sandpaper skin
like waves.

Waves.

Waves smashing against my cliff face and
Crashing against my jagged rocks and
Smoothing my sharp breaks
until nothing is left


until all I am is miles of soft pink sand
for you
             to dig your toes in.