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