i am restless
within, aching
for wildness
running after a dream
unsure of what it isi am hungry for dirt
and the smell of
rain,
i feel uncooked inside
i am not ready to give myself
to anything
because there is so much to know
so much to yearn for,
to lovei wonder what would silence
the hunger.
you’re too young to be hiding
in the closet
full of clothes your
mother bought you.you’re too young to
hate yourself so much
that you dream of hiding
in there forever, just so you
never again have to wear a dress
on Easter.you’re too old
to be living as anything but
what paints your stomach lining.
project it in color on city walls.
scream it drunkenly off of rooftops
to the whole world, a reminder:your tiny planet will
never stop spinning as long as you
continue to push it.
Silenticel 