I want to feel alive
like people I see sometimes,
on the street,
holding hands
possibly
because they don’t
truly know each other yet
but possibly
because they ARE the lucky ones
I want to feel rested
like people I see sometimes,
in the café,
eating their bagels with wonder
like they’ve never lost a wink of sleep
and they never drink coffee
because it gives ‘em the jitters
and they never have nightmares
because they beLIEve in the American dream
I want to be sober
like people I see sometimes
but I am cursed with crystal vision
I pass them the glasses
but they see what they want to see
and laugh all night long
They ONLY worry
when the cable goes out
– Casey Renee Kiser