sometimes I fantasize about being myself but not.

my name would be Lee

the last syllable of my first real name

and no one would know any different.

I’d have a nose ring on the right

and a tattoo of the stars

around my left ankle.

I would be artist and explorer

the kind with a nice laugh and a nice voice

and a guitar slung over her shoulder

the kind who’s welcome everywhere

the kind who disappears up canyons

and into breathing forest green

with a friendly dog at her heels.

I’d come and go with the wind

wherever whim leads

but I’d always come back

and no one would know how my heart carries you

except for maybe the look in my eyes

the disappointed boys I leave behind

or the songs that I sing

in hopes they’ll lead you back to me.