to see, to dream of her

i am a silly girl
i pick clouds up off the floor
and am surprised when they dissolve in my hand

and i think straight lines are drawn
to remain straight forever

i have allowed the delusion of time
to comfort me as an assurance of things to come

but like a threatened dog in heat
the old adage about change rises up
and bites me fiercely on the ass

i find myself limping away from all of it
and crawling into bed with just one hope

— to see, to dream of her