My Dream Of Starfish
I want to be them. I do.
I want to wear a hat that takes up half the room,
So nobody can see around me.
I want a long dress with a sash,
Endless thick hair and curves like nobody's business.
I want to be young in a way that I never was--
Give me ten minutes
And I could run the goddam place.
Look at me, I'm a mess.
I grind my teeth and dream of angels.
I dream I'm at work and can't find the addresses;
Hallways go on and on and nothing makes sense.
I dream I am making love with someone, yes, that one I can't have,
And when I wake up, I am like a wave--
I am flowing and spreading;
There are starfish next to my pillow and on my sheets.
I want to catch a trolley car to the flickers.
I want to smoke sitting on the church steps, with my wrists dangling on my knees.
I want to believe that I am good enough, just once.
I want fall to come, I want red leaves on everything;
I want winter to follow and freeze them.
I want to pick out my grave before I die,
I want to dream there,
I want someone to bring asters in the summertime and say, "There she is. The poet."
I want my visitor to wear something vintage.
I want her to look like Evelyn Nesbit;
I want her to be me, the me I never could be.
I want her to look like an angel,
Or a Gibson girl.
I want her to wear starfish earrings.
for One Shot Wednesday
poster art by Alphonse Mucha