12.07.2021

I want to stop wanting to be wanted like that

Once I wore a dress liquid as vodka. 
My lover watched me ascend 
from the subway 
like I was an underground spring 
breaking through. 
I want to stop wanting to be wanted like that. 
I'm tired of the song the rain sings in June, 
the chorus of hope, the ravenous green, 
the earth, her ornate crown of trees 
spiking up from her loamy head. 
There are things I wanted, like everyone. 
But to this angel of wishes I've worshiped 
so long, I ask now to admit 
the world as it is. 
 

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