Re:vision
May 6, 2021
Story
i do not want to be \"the wife of a college professor\"
i do not want to stay at home with
bitter words going stale in my mouth
i do not want to be
that \"would-be-could-be-had-been poet\"
who becomes neurotic and quiet
i do not want to ponder \"a lost youth\"
and try to keep up keep up-beat
keep that smile, the figure, those clothes
i do not know what visions or versions
of myself i have compromised or
defeated or inflated
i do not want to dream
about broken teeth and hair
and debris clogging
my mouth and throat anymore
i want (us) to rise
emerging brilliant
hard and glowing
: glittering
i want (us) to dance
our bodies softening
healing
a tender music on our skins
i want red sounds to come
out of our mouths
blue words around
our heads a crown
of imagination and possibility
a fresh prayer on our palms
: heard
: recognised
: comforted
: respected
i want (us) to be
not adrift
but part of the sea