50 words for youMy bones rattle under the stars. I run. You follow. The breath is knocked out of my lungs. We free fall onto the bed of grass sprayed with dew.
"I'm sorry." you smile.
We sit and watch the embers fly aimlessly up, then they fade into the sky.
ahI wish I could release my screams
i wish i could punch and jump on a pillow
and birds would fly out
i wish i could then catch the birds and squeeze them until they pop
(and i wish they would make a fun popping sound)
i wish the birds would pop into crumpled paper
and i wish i could rip the shit out of the paper
and toss it in the air where it turns into confetti
and i wish i could make it into a really big pile in a big field
and i wish i could run really fast into the pile
my bare feet thumping against the dew drop grass
and i wish the confetti would fly and turn back into birds
and i wish the birds flew with me as i ran really fast
and i wish the field would end and i'd run off a cliff
and i wish i would fall into the sea
and i wish i could scream out all of my air and turn into a fish
and i wish i could swim as fast as i could
i wish i swam so fast i grew arms and legs again
and i wish i ran right up onto land
and i wish i could run to a bungalow on an island far away
and i wish i c