with a woman who knows how to cut my hair.
I want to read Sylvia Plath poems aloud
while jumping on the bed.
I want to live in a land of Autumn,
with year-round jack-o-lanterns.
I want to watch the sun rise
and set on the same day.
I want to time travel to specific dates in my life
just to watch and laugh.
I want to make millions
writing only poetry, like this.
I want paella delivery now
and to read her blog, but...