One of the things that gives me hope
these days is the road I walked on my
way home from a happy movie I saw
in the theater with my sister, a too-cute
movie too-perfect to ever, in our reality,
be even close to truth, full of characters
I would bleed to be–
The girl with the kindest of eyes or the
boy with his lips molding hers, sure that
the wait is over, complete, satisfied on
a plane that reality can never diminish,
happy to stare, together–
Thinking, it occurred to me that, while I
could walk along that road for the rest of
my life, straddle that yellow line until the
bags under my eyes were darker than the
blacktop beneath my feet, the end of it
would always be beyond the scope of my
limited vision, and reality, a never ending,
if delicious, dream–