Inside myself I want to open
all the tiny windows
and let out all atoms of information,
spiraling in both directions.
Inside myself, when I want
to pinch shut, or burst forth,
I want to instead respirate with a million
If I could be a mushroom with
gills, and with fungi prints,
or a tree frog that sits beside
you. If I could just keep you company;
I would not bite.
Inside myself, I have little air packets
and hollowed out canals. I am airborne,
There’s are things I wish I could be,
and then, there are things I really am, if you
Millions of tiny hugs, little blood vessels,
Tomorrow might be stressful, but right now is not.
Let me love you like a peristalsis hug.
I am your body. I am mostly made of