I'm tired; the
Christmas lights are up.
A warm red-yellow glow fills the room,
temporary home, temporary life here.
My life is tilted, like a view through water, like a bleary-eyed
morning.
A rich love, a deep dark room - the warm rain of intimacy.
I'm looking for
connection, familiarity, recognition, clarity.
Tossing and turning with words,
playing with metaphors and symbols,
squeezing my size 14 figure into the size 6 dress of language.
Sucking in to fit.
I will burst the seams.
I crave conversation.
I want someone to surprise me
with concern, with integrity,
an equal desire to grow.
I want to know myself without a doubt.
I want to head for California.
I want to be brand new.