hide, walk, twirl

i want to hide
in the cracks between my ribs.
snuggle down deep in there
with my mother’s old comforter
and my beat up copy of “a catcher in the rye.”
maybe i’ll throw a bottle of red wine
for good measure.

i want to walk on snow
and leave no footprints;
no markings along the purity
that the sky has blessed us with.
there is something incredibly appealing
about tiptoe-ing over the frozen water
without an inch of evidence.

maybe one day, i will become one with the wind
as i twirl alone in my backyard.
the sky will consume me,
protect me,
because i will be small and needy.
the stars will dance in my eyes
as i rest my feet on the moon
and my head on the sun.