Kirsty Lack
i want to sit on the roof of my car
and write poems;
about love that i've never felt,
and pain i wish i hadn't.
i want the wind and the rain
to take me in their strong arms,
to a place
where i feel same.
i want to unwrap
the ivy-like expectations
that make my chest tight
and my breath short,
and replace them with daffodils.
bright yellow and wild.
i want to go home.
i just don't know where that is.
