Construction

The night is covered with fireflies
buried in the humidity
like lightbulbs in a sauna,
threatening to burst.

I take my time with what I have,
I fly through minds,
I wear crazy things,
I am acting as multiple people do
on busses and trains
and in windows
when they don't know they're being watched.

I want to tear things.
Shirts.
Ties.
Boundary lines.
Muscles.
Push my body down the road
until my feet burn and my lungs ache.

Tomorrow is the day I change.
The day I give in to reality
The day I take your hands off my..
Common sense.
And take it back and use it.

For now I am lost on
I-90.
I am.
Dark and fast and under construction.

-Miss Zoe