I want a disruption, a commotion,
Sing out loud in the restaurant,
sing out loud in the library,
sing out loud in the lecture hall.
at the house,
at the green grass,
at my car parked on the curb in front of the plastic mailbox,
scream till blood runs
and coats my throat;
scream that this suburban life is killing me.
I had a dream
that one day I would be fucking
beautiful, in NYC,
and setting the sidewalk aflame with my sashay. I had a dream
And it exploded in my mind.
And it exploded in my mouth.
And it exploded in my hand.
I have no dream.
Only a deep aching need,