Become

I wake up dreaming
in a dream I made of you

free
as declaration of independence

another little star on the sheets
accidentally made through the night
from pink paint
I couldn’t wash out

I try to take it backwards
make a print from the sheets onto my finger
carry it inside so it grows

the spiky arms make their way out
turning the female shape into the female star

would you want me then

or rather
take from politely arranged
mandalas
in what life should be
swirls of fifty dancing

in bed patched from otherness
national flags of mine

I wake up dreaming
of sugary sticky star shaped
kissing

you plant inside

a hungry doll I become
in a dream I make of you