I’d bust this bank.

I’d light a flame
that flickers everything.

Looking out at the water,
I wouldn’t be afraid of wolves

just because a mansion is more
of a person
than a person is.

I wouldn’t need to find fish
to hold heaven in my hand.

The night of my wedding
I’d throw my red rags away

and put my father’s relics
in a box of oblivion.

The sky would not be a ceiling.

I’d be the captain of loud astronauts
in a starfield

showing everyone violence is a metaphor
for failure.