Opening Like a Flower, 2015

I want to sit wide open

Air it all out.

Sing songs out of key.

Talk to insects.

Bake naked in the sun.

Instead
I'm expected to 

Sit like a lady.

Smile

Be a good listener.

My room is airy and light,

Shades of pink and brown

I see puzzles, paints and books

I play music in the dark and light of day

I think about the future.

I stretch, I strum, I sew, I sit

I breath the day in

And breath it out again

I tend to plants and seedlings,

I organize my books.

I dream of love

And friendship

Of homes with land and trees

Of homesteads and big sound systems

Off the grid and closer to the ground.

I dream I hug deeply

Longingly

Losing myself

I am a child again,

Working out all the kinks.