Danielle

I write to feel.

I don't feel too often so don't expect much.

I want to be everything.

I want to live through the depression,
I want to be German.
I want to be the thing that made people afraid of the night.
I want to drive a taxi,
I want to be an ocean,
Live in coral,
Eat small fish
and have tentacles.

I want to be the world,
Have clay features,
my hands made of granite and my insides made of platonic digestion.
I want to eyebrows that are mountain ranges,
Live in the caves that make up the cavity that holds my lungs-
Whispering valleys made of solitude and something perfect.

I want to be oxygen,
Inside your blood
That helps your fingers reach,
and your mind remember things you've never experienced.
With a ready heart to understand what you�ve never been told
And can only see in the aftermath of a dream,
Or when you barely close your eyes, and you can still see that crack of humanity through glazed lashes.

I want to exist inside of you,
outside of you,
On the other side of you,

I want to be dimensions,
Black matter,
Whole
Insignificant
Complete
Immoral
Bawdy
Hygienic
And someone who drives gondolas,


Instead of dimensional.
With the flesh.
And the bones that submit to gravity.