Ho Hey

My stomach is churning with 
that strange energy 
that sometimes comes to me.

It fills up my gut
with a gamut of feelings,
it tells me
to do so many things,
all at once.

I want to go out
and lie in the snow,
and I want to kiss somebody
and go ride the subway all the 
length of Manhattan so
I can fall asleep.

I need to just fly and
become a hummingbird,
my heart wants to 
beat so fast,
so fast.
I want to go skinnydipping
and ride in a troika
across the darkened night
and snow
and I need to clean everything,
I want to cut off all my hair,
short
like the beautiful girls in magazines.

I could run,
I could run a long time,
and not be tired.
My fingers could write a novel
and still find more to say.
This is the energy
I get at night
sometimes,
but only at night
and I can find nothing
to do with it.

I want to dress up
fancy and go out
and eat in a trashy joint
with a jukebox and 
thick milkshakes.

I need to walk the streets of a city
that is alive.
Find all the constellations in
the entire sky.
I need to run into the arms of
the sea and tell her I am home,
that I love her.
I want to call up a boy
and tell him 
I like him,
and we should be friends
and should be happy together,
and its cute that you
told me about your dog
and the snow
and I like talking to you a lot.

I just need to sew a new dress
and laugh with shiny teeth
over a glass of iced tea
on a pretty screened-in porch overlooking a lake.
I want to drive to California.

I want to cook 
a feast.
And have a midnight 
dinner with candles.

I am simply full.