Little Disappointments

I wanted this to go anywhere.

I wanted an infant sun to cradle in my waxen arms.

I wanted my two weeks’ vacation.

I wanted a way around the mirror’s gaze.

I wanted to hang my head with candy-coated rope.

I wanted to have a drink with you.

I wanted to get intimate with the infinite.

I wanted to pull my tongue across the fleshy hills.

I wanted to explain myself in another language.

I wanted to dip my toes and dig my fingers.

I wanted to happen to you in a major way.

I wanted to write a better poem.

-r. miller