After “Everything Everywhere All At Once”
To get to the life where I’m a dragon, I consume
a cup of earth. To jump to the point where I’m an orphan
destined for fame, I plot a map of stars
using peeled white paint. To harness my strength
as a colossus in a planet on fire, I must break
two fingers from each hand. To wake up as king
of a country my parents left, I flip the skin
under my eyelids. To be a siren breathing
the deepest saltwater, I profess fealty
to a broken picture frame. To become the girl smiling
in the photograph, I swallow a fistful of cotton.
To wake up in the universe where I met you, I walk backwards
with eyes closed, into the storm.