I want the world to crawl back out from its intricate caves

                and burn its eyes on the Sun’s curious light.

I want our mothers and fathers to check their own closets

                for there’s no telling what’s lurking in the night.

I want to tell someone they mean the world to me

                as if it was a phrase I have never heard.

I want us to make love the way we want to make love

                and not in the ways that we have learned.

I want freedom from expectation and the ramifications it emits.

I want to nurture these mysteries and reject our histories that restrict.

I want us to clang pots and pans with the confidence of an orchestra

                outside of key or time and only with heart.

I want to smear paint on paper like a child

                because we shouldn’t give a fuck if it’s art.

I want to get in the car and leave the road map on the street

                but never get lost because we have nowhere to be.

I want America to wake up fresh in their familiar sheets

                and that night, not know where they will fall asleep.