I want to be the flower plucked by that girl, the one
she throws away after the picture. I want
to be the honking car that almost hit the careless jaywalking boy
( i am that boy ). I want to be the shadow of that tree enveloped by buildings. I want to
be that cloud shaped like an arrow ( there is no cloud ). I want to be
the bike that man is riding. I want to be the roach of the restroom, prey for the custodian.
I want to be the soap dispenser that’s all out of soap—
Click twice to realize nothing will come. Have you ever been so careless that you kept pushing? Kept
shoving your hand against the squeaking dispenser? Is it asking me to stop? Or is it saying,
I remember the face of the boy who tried me last night. So beautiful was his smiling
disappointment. I want to be that
smile, the one that doesn’t fade
it will soon.
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