Call back the dragon.
Swear to me you meant it.
Put me on a vase;
put the vase on a shelf;
just make us
a freaking legacy already.
I need proof
that I’m not a figment,
kid in a lion’s cape
trying to convince himself to stop screaming.
I swung my soul like a jump-rope through your door
and you said stay.
I called myself catapult
and you said shut up, you said edges
around here are always rough
and I don’t
I don’t know how to stop saying your name
I don’t know how to get out of the way of a hurricane
and I’ve been fighting long enough to make anyone bored with me—
so please breathe fire into this place again.
Say it isn’t over yet.