Watching a crablike cloud creep over a mountain top
Dancing on the edge of thin air
What it makes me feel is small and life less
Like I would do anything to explode out of my own skin
Into a million infinitely shimmering little me’s
Decadent dust puffs resting on your eyelids
Like they were giant hammocks
What it makes me feel is invincible and righteous
And I’m starving for acceptance
And jealous of jell-o’s wiggles
I can’t ever know you or dance with you or touch you
or crawl over you like a crablike cloud
or lay kisses on your eyelids
or stand in front of you, facing a bed, touching my toes
doing a jell-o wiggle…
But I can buy a replica
and feel gigantic and magnificent and unstoppable
and incredible
in my own heart and mind…