Push

What is with the snoring down the hall

What is with this headache

I could use a push or two 

I can't get myself to crawl towards you 

Because my embrace

Is not bounteous enough 

To gather up my large intestines 

So I will scoop them into my top hat

And turn it upside down

To pull out a map to Ethiopia 

That is quite far for even a dreamer 

But beggars cannot be choosers 

So I travel there by a toenail moon

I am the last one alive 

I did not want to inherit the earth

I just wanted to become queen

Of a jungle tribe

 Here in this boggy marsh 

Lay the victims of a controversial era

So I hope you can forgive me 

For the mudprints I've tracked in

All over your heart

I only ever wanted

You

To push me while I swing. 

But this is okay too.

-Tirzah Marie Juarez