some days

some days i want to be
a fat brown bird playing
with leaves in a Walmart
parking lot – skipping around
the hot tar and screaming
children who try to catch me
or feed me crackers.
 

some days i want to be
a wisp of air carrying
sweet smells, like the perfume
my first girlfriend wore,
clinging to my clothes
after she left.
 

some days I want to be
a magnolia tree, stretching
across an immaculate lawn,
my limbs just low enough
for the children to climb me.
 

some days i want to be
a woman, though that’s
much different than
being a bird or a breeze
or a climbing tree,
and i still don’t know how.
 

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