I started thinking how it might work
to be an engineer and so I became
a smallish engineer. It was very hot
so I became a water cooling system.
I had no friends and I couldn’t move
around the house unless someone
who was kind came and put me on
a dolly and pushed me around so
I became a motorized scooter.
Then a motorized airplane. Then
a piece of the space shuttle.
For a change of pace, I became
different colors, then the things
colors come to represent. I was
a red stop sign and a yellow face
and a rainbow peace sign. And
you were wearing me for awhile
as a sticker that said I Voted.
When I became a dark smudge
on the mirror of the upstairs
bathroom at your father’s house
I meant to only stay a week.
I’ve been here a year and three days,
and I haven’t seen your father in all
of that time. I think he might
have had an accident. I worry
he is in the basement, collapsed,
having had his third heart attack.
I wish I could become an ambulance
and save him, but I’ve become
a cherry tree in the yard of
my childhood house, and childhood me
is cutting myself down with an axe.