Wishing.

Wishing.

I blow the dandelion to pieces.
I throw the penny into the well.
I blow your eyelash from the tip of my thumb.
I watch the star flash in and out of sight.

Wishing.

I find myself in this wishful state of mind-
during passing periods.
waiting in the car for you.
those last minutes before sleep.
those first minutes of awakeness.
Wishing my alarm had not gone off.
Wishing I could push snooze one more time.
Wishing my stomach felt happy not sad.
Wishing that waking up wasn't so hard.

Sometimes I don't want to get up at all.
Ever.
Actually... I never ever want to get up.
I would lie in that cotton sanctuary until the day that I died.
If only I could push snooze that many times.

Snooze.
Snooze.
Snooze.