I want to live out west
In those desert places
Where it still gets dark at night.
I can breathe and sleep,
Dream deep of other worlds and places
That exist in the microcosms of my blood,
In my cells and the microscopic working organelles
That grind them into gear.

The city lights drown them,
Fade them away,
Before I can lay my grasp on them,
Before I can realize that they are part of myself.

-jenn