I WANT
Emily Griskavich
I want
my crazy untamed hair
to be covered with leaves
blown on the river wind
I want
to be a leftist downtown hippie
wearing pride triangle jewelry
and peace sign t-shirts
talking about Rumi, Buddha,
Mary Magdalene, sacred feminine
I want
to jump up on the bed
jammy-clad and bedhead-frizzed
and air-guitar Ted Nugent
then go to the kitchen
and eat vegan pancakes for breakfast
prime rib for lunch
chocolate cake for dinner
I want
to squeeze in between your words
and make a space big enough
to tell you everything
I dream seek and love
I want
to write this poem
in my loopy kindergartner penmanship
and slip it silently into your hand
when you ask me what I’m writing