Next Season

each night she enters my dreams

like clockwork,

she coats me in potential

and dances her hands down the ridges of my spine 

“there you are” she murmurs through me

“lifeless but filled with curiosity,

I wonder when you'll take to moving?

will you wait for the alligators to grow horns?

will you stare at the blank heavens forever? 

cry out to an impossible god?

take the pressure off 

hang it up in the back of your wardrobe

with all your rags and costumes 

for the next season to come.

Spring is showing it’s teeth, you’re going to want to be here for this.”