I had a wish, a little secret
dream that for the longest time
I tried to deny, I
stuffed it down deep
into the dark corners
of my crowded closet
of a heart. it seemed too
impossible to ever
come true – I was looking
for a unicorn, a Pegasus,
or some other magical
creature that didn’t seem
to exist in the realm
of the quotidian.
Tag: wishing
the wish II
if he loves me, I wish
he would say so. if he
wants to take me out, I wish
he would ask me. if my existing
in the world makes it a better place
for anyone, I wish they would
let me know. it’s just hard and sad
to feel so all alone.
maybe if I water my wishes
with tears long enough,
something better will grow.
the wish
the host said
if we put money in the tip jar,
we would each
get a wish. I thought
that I would concentrate
on my wish as I put the money in,
but when the time came
I forgot. I was too busy talking
to you.
I wondered
if my lack of focus
would prevent my wish
from coming true.
but then I remembered
that I’m always wishing
for the same thing, with
absolutely zero hope
of it ever coming true.
my whole being
is one big wish
these days. I’ll just have to hope
the wish-granting genie
will accept the purity
of my desire
in lieu of a momentary spurt
of attention.