Arrive

There is a crooked Croatian man
with a crooked Cymric cat.
He will love my crooked smile.

There is a Polynesian woman
with pretty porous eyes.
She will show me kindness
I wish I had been born into.

There is a flowering friend in Philly.
She will give me her prettiest dresses.
I will give her my prettiest dresses.
We will dance naked in her front yard
covered in glitter.

There is a birthday party in Brussels.
They will put champagne on ice, till I arrive.
Everyone will hold my hand and tell me,
“I am so happy you are here.”

There is a lover in Kandy, he doesn’t know my name.
He won’t put me down, or starve me on a pedestal.
He will look me straight in the eyes.
We will dance to the equal music, badly.

There is a world waiting to find me.
There are people waiting to love me.
All I have to do
Is
Arrive.