I wish I lived in the eye of a needle
I could languish in velvety softness all my livelong day
I would drown in blue cotton
or gorge myself on silk
Oh, to be a careless length of thread
I wish I were a blind pilot
Drifting off to see
All the things I cannot sea
For sickness of all the drowned sailors bones
and all who have traversed to sea
the things I cannot be
I wish I were a bee
In lavender
Crushed between the fingers
of a careless passerby
Where my heart could bleed out all
the venom within me.
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