confirmation number

conf# 02242012

the next time
someone says i’m free
to be me where
my spirit floats
with the dandelions
rubs elbows with
the wings of
creatures
stereotyped
and categorized
as a status
symbol
representing
an entire body
of land a
hair standing
straight on
my neck
and arm,

i will ask
for a
confirmation
number.

because
somehow
somewhere
the documentation
the memories
the in-the-moment
actions get put into
sheet music
and jiggle the
soul of an
unaligned drawer
to the days
of past.