i may wander to the fields, i may wander to his house,
i may forget to bring my keys, I may let him break my heart.
i’ve been told to be cautious. i’ve been led astray for too long
but my pride keeps me at bay. my progress is steady but it’s
those moments when the moon is full, yellow like the eyes of a predator,
full like swoop of my breasts, that remind me of my mortality. caution
is for those who have and time and money to squander. i’m living in the moment,
burning up my borrowed time–fuck i’m going to die without feeling a high.
i want to taste the sky. i want to climb the sun. i want to fuck the clouds until the rains come.
i was made of the earth; a mud child buried amongst the weeds and dirt. but i’ve grown wings far too early to remain rooted/ i was born with eyes to the sky and lips to the stars. i was never meant to be here but i will enjoy the time i have left. i won’t have any regrets—i promise. even if the skies wept.