Fall 2015: I Wonder/We Wonder.

by Marissa Bell Toffoli.

 

I wish in the country of night

not to feel so small.

 

I wish I could sleep when I need to most,

that I could make myself comfortable

in such awkward places

as under a desk or in the bathtub.

If only I could fit in a corner

beneath the bed to hide

when strange noises sound.

I wish to trade skin for something softer,

like fur, that would cloak fear.

A cat has a certain freedom,

swishing about with eight extra lives

upon such silent paws.

 

I wish in the country of night

to learn how to let go.

 

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