Someday I'll wake into myself
Take down your face
From my mirror
And cry some happy tears
For once
I'll dance stark
And naked in the rain
Bow down to some goddess hearts
I know in truth
Tell vagina tales of my demise
Make Ms. Ensler proud
Hold my arms open to beautiful
Broken Ruthless Women
Whose tales must be told
I'll hold down a fort
For some godbabies and long crafted friendships
Maybe a bulldog named Louise
Build bridges made from strength
and burn some made from blind panic
Sip some french wine
Sing an Italian lullaby
Dahling if you only knew
Where I'm going
Someday I might create
Wax paper wings
Only to find
I fly all the time