because i am a goat

i want to walk in trees and say pretty things

with a curly haired dream. i want to take photos

of allie in paris and pictures of sidewalk cracks too.

i want to hop on a train to dijon. i want to speak

different languages and lay my body down on the

floor. i want to practice pronunciation and rolling

my r's. i want to part my hair in a different place.

i want to be on the top of a mountain because i am

a goat. i want to see in black and white and hear

stories from an old woman. i want to collect jewels

for my fingers and braids for my hair. i want to blink

almond eyes and see my love come to visit me. i want

to dance with wild abandon. laugh hysterically. wear

paint on my sun-tanned shoulders, and on my fingernails.

i want to buy a one-way ticket. i want to buy school supplies

and i want to go to school. i want to get a tattoo with my

best friends. i want to drink wine in napa. i want to make

little movies and just smile. i want a song named after me

and a poem named after you. i want to meet you in italy.

i want gelato right now. i want to feel the crackling wood

boards of a stage under my hands and my feet. i want to

feel the lights on me. i want to dip my feet in the backyard

pool. i want to listen to music with dad. i want to see my

nephew discover something new. i want to kiss. i want you

to hold me in the night. and in the morning too. and in the

morning too, i want you.