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