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One day I’ll do it and live
with intent radiating
from the balls of my feet
burning holes in my shoes.
Traipsing rush hour crosswalks
like a homeless man
with nothing to lose
armed with an empty daybook
sterilized against the terminal illness
of “let’s do lunches
and orthodontists - I’m dying
from malignant growths
that inflate like balloons
celebrating my insides.

One day I’ll do it and go
where ideas cant be
recycled and then
waste my imagination
until it pollutes my mind.
I will refuse to go green.
I will go black and turn yellow
and magenta and then red
until my head explodes
and balloons glide
up and POP on the sharp edges
of my cracked skull.

One day I’ll wrestle my cell phone
and body slam it
into oblivion,
just so I’ll never know
if he calls or not.

- Jane Shim UPenn 11'