Love Me

Savannah House

“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
I stand,
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,
I think,
And the cacti scream
“Love me.”
I stare back in disbelief.
“What is your perfect day?” I ask
“The day you begin to love me.”