Whenever I long to reach
for a something shelved too high,
I ponder if cuts are going to itch
or if tears are bound to run dry.
Whenever I deem something unmissable,
I linger for too long within its velvety edges.
But my heart tells me to keep my composure
as this world may be full of falsifiers.
When will all this snap?
Surely things do come full circle
and maybe someday I’ll be nabbed.
But for now I crave a popsicle,
sweet – and I scream
with these mighty, inflammable lungs.