I want to be a painting
I want be a furious
blend of oranges and yellows and blues
and deep deep midnight sky purples
and yet not quite brown
I want to be a sculpture
of a snake, thin and black, wrapping
itself around a gothic building
I want to be a little girl
with raven hair spinning furious circles
in the foyer of a mall
I want a tangerine to bite
and messily suck the juice out of
getting my face delightfully sticky
I want to be calm
I want to have hot flashes
and sit under a tree on a warm
day and just look at the sky
I want to throw beautiful
music off a cliff, through the
salty air and into the ocean
Then I want to try and get it back