So I've always wanted–not the shoes–
from the Wicked Witch of the East
Silver or red makes no difference
they look uncomfortable
No. But I would like the tights.
Striped tights would
mean I was magical
that I wake up after dark
that I could project myself into
visions, write in the sky with smoke.
But usually, I don't think about that
I think about Dorothy.
What would Dorothy do?
She makes a plan, starts on a path
–really any path that might be
right without too much–
I can generously call it–
fact. And then she invites.
She invites someone
to come along beside her. Doesn't matter
what kind of person. Animal,
Vegetable, Mineral. She loves
them all. Their fears, she feels them.
Their wants, she wants them.
Maybe when you grow up in a flat
grey world without a friend
then you find a place where everyone
wants to tell you their story
and for the first time, people are listening
and for the first time, people are waiting
for you to answer and you know
you know you don’t have all the answers,
so you simply say...Come with.