• i weave tales

    spat out by sour exhaust fumes

    and shoelaces riddled with dark mud

    that don’t wash off

    i build castles

    of paper skies and brown leaves

    taste like peppermint and bitter melon

    linger on my tongue

    i grow minds

    of rich peddled satin

    never seen before lands

    fly me away

    to high rise apartment buildings


    i believe in other realities

    cracks in the pavement

    pennies on the sidewalk

    closed promises and

    smiles without teeth


    i live in a web of dreams

    that tangle the naïve

    paint a façade of

    soap and butter

    full dinner plate hips


    i hide in a world

    i cannot see

    because

    i have no wings.