I want to be made

Of muscle and skin

And bones and a skull

To barely hold

My slack-jawed chin

And my heavy heart

And a lung made to hold

My breath for deep dives

While having a stomach

Full of butterflies

I want a heart that dances

And a mind that climbes fences

I want to take as little as I need

To give as much as I can

To listen and wait and help and learn and work and at least

make art

Until my this machine falls apart

(2023: Oh shit, take care of your creatives.)