portland, oregon

a chance to wear my galoshes, daily
i will let my hair get long and ragged
a closet full of dresses

i want time to go to an art gallery
pausing in the silences
before each color
closing my eyes
and drawing in the smell
of rusty people

i have green eyes, mostly
and i want time to stretch
fabrics sliding over my skin
smelling coffee and roses

laying down the knotted hardwood floors
patches of sunlight in my mind