I want a closet full of ball gowns that I wear to the grocery store
I want a shelf full of outlandish hats that I wear to walk the dog
I want a drawer full of adorable fandom socks that I wear with bedazzled sneakers
I want a collection of cloaks, coats, and sweaters handmade from mismatched scraps of fabric and yarn that create random, joyous patterns
I want to dance on curbs and twirl in open spaces
I want to speak random bits of spontaneous verse in the park
I want to compliment the charismatic child and the quietest person at the party so they know they are seen
I want to be the joyous crone who says sage things and knows that life shouldn’t be taken so seriously 
I want to be unequivocally, undeniably me

-gws