I can have anything
& everything I ever wanted.
—Kid Cudi
I wanna be like the Silver Surfer,
coasting on white-hot solar winds
at the expanding universe’s edge.
In my dreams I take that form:
I project past planets our Sun
has claimed, where stars
blossom & fade
like fresh bruises.
The skin of this world names me
slave’s great-grandson,
touring minstrel,
& factory worker.
What I would give for my Mom’s
hands rubbing oil on my dry scalp,
Take care of yourself Sean.
But how do I love this body staked
& named everything except
what I name myself?
My day is another day.
Classmates either ignore me
or study me, like lecture notes.
Nightfalls & I become an aura
stitching my own name across
the black canvas of the night.
