by Samantha Enns
I want you to make me common.
Fill me up until all I can feel is all that’s universal.
For more of you to push my insides against my form,
To shove my intestines against my ribcage,
For you to mold me into anything you please,
The common factor of your desires.
Of course I’m never able to fall out of my soul.
So I write myself away,
Because maybe I could be universal.
Copyright © 2006 by Samantha Enns