I want to throw a glass
clear across the room.
I want to startle cabinets.
I want to sob until
I am inverted.
I want to leap from buildings
and onto rails.

I want to fly.
I want to kiss
the vacuum of space.
I want a fucking knife.
I want to fall asleep
to a violin.
I want to be buried
during the rain.
To only an appropriate
amount of tears.

I want to burrow
in a sweater.
I want to feel
a little less yearning.

One day, maybe.
One day, surely