i don’t want a quiet life.
each day i put on my old bones
and wait for something good
to happen. i think i am meant to watch
my life from a distance, like a painting
that only blurs as you get closer.

i wanted someone else’s face
to be yours but it wasn’t. like a heartbeat
i made the shape of desire plain
on my face. on my way back
i walked through a parking lot
in the dark, picturing your eyes

wide as searchlights.
i know there is a home
i crawl into at the end
of this. i know inside of it
is a field

and a girl running,
pushing the roots
even deeper in the ground