imagine me
as a landscape
without flight
i’d be drinking my own koolaid
and if there were a sleeve of saltines
i’d have my own sacrament
movement legally means change
which myers briggs is best
to eat for dinner
no thanks, i already ate
the saltines, remember?
it’s easier to shape letters into words
than it is to be in
charge of a body
i wanna be a mom
to a baby or
a higher power
or a different kind
of hymn, one
for someone
who doesn’t like music