Daydream V

I hope to run, to burn
this new skin on, wrap
it in wind, tan it in
the sun, and when it's
done, wash it off
like so much sweat.
While the afternoon
wears on, I hope to
lie, spread like a cat
across the flagstones,
to let my hunger
smile and stretch,
and cough up little
bones. I hope to slice
a stripe of lemon rind
from the sky, let it
sour my teeth, yellow
my pages, and hold
it up at night, citrus
moon. I hope to peel
and crackle, dead bugs
fried onto my skin,
and beneath lobster-
red, feel juices run.