aspirations

to sleep with the bedroom window open

and wear a normal swimsuit at 70 in public, thoughtless as a toddler.

to keep yes on a long leash

while weaving no a stronger one.

to stay soft and goddamn sweet

square-eyeing bitterness and inevitable decay.

to grow from sorry

and live in thank you.

to be afraid, but still, to jump

wearing this life like borrowed wings.