Sidewalk disgrace

Burrows and faces

Beaks and claws

And other crawly things

Trying to breakdown

It’s only reason

To be around

Barely allowed to surface

Just wants some sun

And to be shown

Some love

Not to hurt anyone

I hope one day my loves talks to me in the language of flowers—i’ll find aster flowers in my shoes before I run out the door and gardenias by my bedside and when I roll over they’ll smile their crooked smile—on nights we hunger for each others company they’ll hand me bouquets upon bouquets of red roses and sunflowers—I want bellflowers on the days I can’t get out of bed and jasmine and honeysuckle beside my plate when I feel shameful about my waist size—when it becomes too bad I want them to stop me from eating amaryllis—I want all forms of hydrangeas, hyacinths, moss, and azalea to form my iris—I want all flowers and their stems for no matter how sharp the thorns the flower will always be beautiful—I want primroses and cloves—promises and truths that I can’t ignore

Move

Wiggle your fingers

Blink your eyes

Step

Lift your feet

One inch at a time

Breathe

Let the air fill your lungs

Blow out through your lips

Whisper

Test your voice

Think about your words

Talk

Hear your voice

Taste your words

Smile

With contagious joy

Until your cheeks hurt

Laugh

Because you can

Becasue you want to

Skip

It's better than walking

Your legs are free

Dance

You are free

You are alive