it's 10:30 at night but i am wondering

what the dandelion had to say

we are a cosmic collision of aliens and primates

imagine that?

(why my toes cling hard to the ground

why my head is twisted up in the stars)

read me the story etched on my DNA
what i am afraid to remember i know

travel through space and time with me
but leave your space suit home

how can i spend the afternoon in a museum

when there are the flowers

and there is the sky

we cannot change enough

to hide our similarities

we are the same

everything else is change

in meeting me

i know you

i love you claire

i have a new teacher named loki
neither of us will fill our base space
we cling to each other like scared children
and challenge each other because we know we should

i can't speak for him
but that's where we are at
so it seems to me

if i held a sign like yours
mine would read "afraid."

i can read between the lines
on your cardboard sign
"vulnerable."
"invisible."

if i weren't afraid i would say
"hi."
"i see you."
"i am sorry that you are suffering."

instead i look ahead
separated by a pane of glass and nothing more
i have change
but will not let it go

every red light in this town
forces me to stop
and see