I can’t remember the last day
I wanted to reach the end of

I want to end the day
grateful that I survived it

Perhaps surviving won’t even cross my mind

Maybe one day  I won’t be
so focused on cursing my heartbeat
I’ll start to take it for granted

I want to look at the dawning of tomorrow
through an open window instead of through bars

To see an opportunity instead of an expectation

One more day imprisoned in my alive
in a body, in an animal

I don’t want to eye-droop another day
I want to wild-eye my mornings the way
I imagine I might have in a happier childhood

I want to wring every drop of yes out--
exhausting the finest morsels of starlight
before hanging up the towel for night.