i
want blue hair;
i
want that dance in dream indigo
night
spread across each strand.
i
want to be held and hold your
face
against my awake i want
to
become you to be less of you
and
become piece by piece the neglect
of
each space. i want to disable your
heart
and let it bleed clean.
let
it bleed spirit onto
its
course roads untaken.
behind
clasped fists our
freedom
awakened its powerful
and
entitled it;
here
and now. don’t you see
me
there…
im
right here.
