i dream of tornados
wrap me in a red flannel blanket
i want it to scratch ever so lightly against my bare skin
i want to become just another fold in its being
my body will disappear in the fabric
i will mold to it
i will hide there
for as long as i please
the seasons will change
leaves falling and sun setting
me evolving
quietly in my blanket
you won't notice me now
you will have forgotten my scarlet lump of flesh
and then it will happen
i will throw the blanket off of me
my skin will gleam
and i will smile
in the wrinkled eyed, wiser than you way
i will throw my head towards the sky (or what's left of it)
and i will laugh
just before i walk away
sui juris.