Fantasie

Don't you know my throw-away fantasy?

You can see it in my glinting eyes.

I fantasize about throwing things away.

Armloads of clothes evaporate

I carry light bags, vulnerable to breezes

I seem easy to handle, low stress.

Three people with short hair and hats

who are my friends, who have it

all figured out

invite me to stay with them for a while.

They have a dog and are always in and out of love.

While I'm there I get smart to my potential.

I finish every book I've ever started

and when I manifest a thing it is just myself

I manifest myself over and over

I count the days like 7,9,10

and never wonder what went wrong

where the time went