for my birthday,
i want to outrun the ravages
and keep running;
to get to california; then, swim.
i want to remember why i am standing here in front of the refrigerator.
i want to hug my parents again, in a real place, outside my dreams.
i want too much to bear while calling for more weight.
most of all, i still want a life of more itch
than scratch.
Thank you, Katie. The poem just flowed. Life is complicated but good!
Thank you!