Calm The Fuck Down

I want a goddamn break

I want to shave my head

I want to dye it purple

I want drag make-up

I want bold lips

I want screaming

I want cursing

I want high heels

and a low cut dress

I want a boob job

until tomorrow

I want purple walls

I want a witch and to be one

I want potions

I want the future in a magic ball

I want tarot cards

I want to be an art teacher

I want the universe to whisper in my ear that I am going the right way

I want three days of silence

and three days of concerts

I want hoops

I want a tongue piercing

I want a nose ring

I want nails two inches long

and shiny all over

I don’t want to do dishes

I want plants all over my house

I want kicking and screaming and getting listened to

I want to raise my voice

because I’m being disrespected

I want to flip them off

I want financial security

I want truffle chips that won’t make my hearing go away

I want love and touching

I want a baby

I want teenage children

I want to retire

I want to run away to Europe

for the socialism and universal healthcare

I want a book

I want to be the author of the book

I want a story out there that will not make me dead to people

I want to stop crying

I want to keep writing

I want to die

I want to stop living in this situation and move on the new one

I want to burn my house down so I don’t have to declutter

I want to move

if only to fulfill my theory of being able to move faster now

I want to be rocked to sleep

I want to lie down and feel the sun

I want the smell of rain

I want to love what I’m doing and feel satisfied at the end of the day