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.