i wish somebody would write about me
the way a boy succumbs to insomnia
from being love-struck
the way a brother lullabies a baby
in the midst of a raging storm
the way a child mourns over a coffin
too tall for them to see
but beyond wanting to be written about
is wanting to be the subject of one’s mind
while the gods paint over the blues of the night
with the warm hues of the morning
it is wanting to be cradled into safety
while the cables of the suspension bridge
harmonize with the ensemble of the winds
it is wanting to be the cause of one’s tears
that will drown the world in sorrow
and cause the gods to anoint another ark—
one that is made of paper
where i will tear a page from the bow
and write about wishing for somebody
to write about me
