April 4th, 2007

I had this goal to write a poem every day.
Daily turned to weekly turned to
If only.

If only I had time.
If only I was given the perfect idea
Served to me on a silver platter.
Maybe someone feeding me grapes as I copied the manuscript
And signed my name.

If only more sensational things happened to me.
If only people understood me completely.
If only my relationships with my friends were real.
If only men meant it when they loved me.
If only I could be the exception to the rule.
If only...
If only...
If only...

If only I could better perceive my semblance of reality.