I Wish I Were Wild

I Wish I Were Wild I would lean over skyscrapers and scream. Scream away my idle patience, That’s new life into my tired lungs. I wish my patience were nonexistent, That I saw what I wanted and took it. That I took it and made it mine and held it up to shower in the sun. And screamed: Look at my love! Look! Look at her drool running over my wrists! She is biting my fingers and painting for the first time. She uses my blood and paints us a new sun in the sky. Do you see her like I do? Look at my love, she is Wild. I hope I grow up and become more like her. I hope she knows Wild isn’t supposed to be tamed. That ‘weird’ just means that someone fears they’re not the same. That our difference is the difference, don’t take it away, it is love for the game. I wish I knew that sooner. I wish I accepted it now. I wish I could get over my grief I hate how it follows me around. But mostly I just wish I was Wild. I’d turn to beasts and beat my drum so they slither to their quiet caves. They bite and poison my veins, but an animal fights twice as hard when it’s against the ropes. And serpents only know victory if they silence me. But blood fuels me. So I chase and follow them into their den and split them down the middle. I crush their vertebra into dust with the palm of my boot. So sweetly their blood paints the walls, a new shade of red: our bloods mixed. Smear it across my face, my war paint. I scream and shake this cave, I love when it crumbles. Look at my love smile with me! My heart charged with the fire that forged their pitchforks. Have it sewn by the love of a mother— Aggressive compassion. Don’t come between a mama bear and her cub— Nature’s advice. Don’t be nice, Be nasty. Take this steak and stake your ground and make it yours. Kick up dirt for a new bed. Piss on the perimeter. Laugh by the fire. Sleep with a gun by your side. There might have be target on your back. But Wild knows how to handle a weapon, teeth, or talons. Bear them and strike when threatened, or because they feel like it— Nature’s advice. So I wish to be Wild like my love. I will protect her, as she is my whole! Watch my claws, I ain’t wear no gloves. This is my jungle, my journey, my life. I might listen to you, But if I was wild, I sure as hell wouldn’t need your advice.