Pinocchio Dream

Whale belly, 

you are no toy chest—
thing is
if I want to be a real boy
I want to.

If I want to be a baby I want
to pee and poop. I want 
to run
in place of I want the sun.

I want armies of worms
to overpopulate my parents
blue globe 
cringing in the den.

I want everything 
plugged in. I want superman 
action figures
to die only every winter.
I want this traffic of angels
visible. I want
to mean something 
when I’m 1000 years 

of something.