What she wants (to be continued...)

to be wrapped

in strands of lights-- glow

in the corner of someone's room

to eat batteries and pass

them as a highway from Florida to Nebraska 

delivers a bus full of children
to feel light as a jumping bird
to spin in a field of cotton
without guilt or nausea
to eat it all without being full
to taste like honey suckles smell
to be licked

without disappearing
to know the names of every cloud--
to be one for a day
to pray on her knees

to want

to not eat her chapstick

to have pretty handwriting

to be a monk

to climb Everest

to eat cheese

to swim with seals 

to crack a coconut on her knee

to cum

to peel her lip with her fingers

snow, lots of snow