“Love Me” the plants scream
To the sun
Below the white brown brush
Behind the orange fence that turns green and then becomes nonexistent
To the view of a perfect world behind the gray clouds hovering over the mountain.
I stand on the edge
Next to the statue you swear has never been there before
Looking on my city
thinking about the world I grew up in
Wondering how this,
A land I barely recognize
Could be my home.
I am on top of the world,
And the cacti scream
I stare back in disbelief.
“What is your perfect day?” I ask
“The day you begin to love me.”