Some days I want like to curl up small like a ball.
I would roll up tight. Coil around my soft insides
and only offer my back, knees and elbows to the world.
And I would be impenetrable.
Some days I want like to lie out flat on the cool ground.
I would spread myself out until I was so thin –
I would be transparent like the wings of a dragonfly.
You could walk over me with out noticing.
Some days I want like to whirl like a hurricane
I would spin faster than the Waltzer at the fair
I would be a blur of colours sucking up everything in my path
And then I would spit out a rainbow.
Some days I want like to howl and yowl like a wolf at the moon
I would to bellow till my belly bursts and my lungs tear apart
I would wail, shriek and screech like a banshee
And break the sound barrier with my noise.
Some days I want to stretch my limbs until they are like pins
I would extend my arms until they were so thin they could pierce skin.
I would be an untouchable, spikey thing
and I would spear everything in my path.
Some days I want to lie out flat on the cool ground
I want my belly to touch the earth and feel the worms wriggle
I would dream of warm summer days and cold winter nights
and I would be at peace.