Pretend If I was accompanied In this shallow moment Where time shattered And maybe surfed Across my skin I'd be lonely, But not alone I'd see a day where The unavoidable reality Was my own Fortress of my heels Something I'd never escape ******* And unattainable dreams Where you could Touch all the little details Pick them up and Dust them Call them Yours Take them home and Shred them Salad toppings Ingest And be full Forever
A poem based off another poem by my favorite poet Diane Wakoski.