by Crystal Condakes

I wanna be tall

I wanna be red

hair and velvet

cupcakes the gluten-

free kind so Julien

can eat them

I wanna be a dream

come true

I wanna be a song

off key thick

eye-liner wings all

the colors hair could

imagine being

Peach-y the tired

sigh in Kermit’s

chest released

crushed-up vitamin C

I wanna be a big-ass

pool a chair made of jeans

every sharp staple

I wanna be a yellow

fuzzy coat and stand-up

hair rubber gloves

I wanna be taller than I am

I wanna be more than

wax a chemical patent

I want to be remembered.