I’m the swan, broad-shoulders afar
In my dreams
fins grow
out of my luxury
pundits and bandits
long paths carved in the eyes sockets
of dead pirates
but swans
roam over stolen treasure
empty loots
hoots and scoots
Something out of a nightmarish pouch
I am a swan
My shoulders bark
over the tree starling
a spark
washes over my face
as I roam the city
I discover
my backpack
leathery and musky
dents all over
my feet
I walk
not yet in shoes
but in the corridors of a brain
Like yours
or his
or hers
theirs
for there's no definition
of how we truly are
Dreams are supple
sentimental
and coarse
voice hoarse from kissing too many a nymphs
under the family banquet table
no longer existent
But I kissed you
remember
that faint memory still a whooshing sound
we were both fragile
with teenage bones
my face a mess of acne
your hair too short to save you the stones
thrown at you
in running tracks
my panties not the color of your Victoria's Secret dream
my eyes drawing you in
never to escape
I am a swan
I eat
I ate the fountain Trevi solemn promises
and family debt