The heft of higher thinking

Oh, have it be
good the way
I wrestle through
reality and pesky
expectation.

Like nights when
the moon dwarfs
streetlight and
makes the grass
glisten all on its
own.

Have it stand on
its own.

And the way a
hardcover novel
has thicker pages –
you won’t look
as scrawny when
I’m finished
with you.