SHORTS. OUTSIDE. Not urgency but energy And my body doesn't know what to do with it And my head doesn't know where to direct it I don't want to teach anymore, it's too heavy in Egypt--and even if it weren't, I can't express myself through it Not as much as I want to anyway It's been 10 plus years and I have a lot to say, I just don't know how or where to say it I want to write but I don't want to do copywriting I want to learn but I don't want to spend my savings on a course I'm not sure about I don't want to be boxed in anymore I want to paint again and write songs again I want to kiss Oz I want to eat Oz I want Oz I want to make gnocchi I want to eat jajangmyeon with chopsticks I want to walk somewhere alien I want to swim until my legs and arms cramp up I want to get on a plane I want to dance somewhere crowded I want to be tipsy I want to grow aloe vera I want to cook dinner with people I love and music blaring I WANT TO WEAR SHORTS OUTSIDE At the grocery store I want to be fed chips while I'm driving on a road trip
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