Bracken freeway strokes by
streetlight lily pads
upside down in a lake of tar
holding my breath in the rain
in another life
I could have sat by starry
windows waiting for century plants to bloom.
I could have been a bad girl, splash of blonde,
all smoky mystery and magic
dark-streaked dangerous, pouting until
sidewalks melt and porridge boils.
Instead this sick child bites the hot
thermometer until it breaks
while all the rest go
frolicking down easy street.