YELLOW PANTS

I just want to dance poorly and wear yellow pants.

I want to be the loudest pity laughter and to have good shoulders,

the kind people feel safe leaning on.

I want to be me and let them be them, in the truest state.

I want to live really intentionally, but be really quick to love.

I want to lay down on cold grass and feel warm.

Mostly I want to show up.

I want to be there for all of it.

For the change for the grow for the sit still.

In the end, I don’t want my life to look like only a few things were really important and noteworthy,

but every little odd and happy piece.