Untitled-Sep 2015

I burrow deep beneath the sheets,

I know it will be alright

as long as the warmth is kept inside.

All the while popping my head out here and there 

to make sure I know where I am.

The world outside me is manic,

it is void.

So, under again I go,

but the air is tight and dizzying.

I burst like a star imploding 

after millions of years of holding it in,

a great sigh of relief.

I am sending myself through time and space

with the hope that someone will intercept me

somewhere down the line.

My chest feels strong

as it pumps freely.

The moon is the only one that can see me

now in these dwindling midnight hours

and I want my soul to shimmer

as she does.

So, we are standing still and staring

into each other, hoping to find something

about ourselves in another,

but i am human and impatient.

I am bored

no longer able to stand still 

knowing my want of the moon is selfish.

I am human. 

I am American.

I want only to exploit you, 

to conquer you,

to diminish you,

to consume you

to send you down the line to be packaged and shipped.

I want to cover you with plastic wrap

and ship you across the last great frontier.