By Veronica Zabczynski '14 (Writing for Film & Television)
I wish to be with you:
all days, all ways. I wish
to shrink my bones, organs,
pink skin and thoughts. I’ll slip
onto your shirt’s thin sleeve.
I’ll bury into the hole,
which once belonged to a
button but now it will
be longing me. I will
love you without a leave.
I wish you would allow me.
