Just for a day

Just for a day

I'd like to be 

small enough that a bear hug can lift me clean off my feet,

lithe enough to dance and have the world watch in wonder,

petite, with porcelain skin and soft, flowing ringlets.

Just a moment, 

I'd like to spend

as a wealthy, vain brat that dresses like barbie,

as a woman in charge, responsible and competent,

not keeping jagged elbows and knees to myself, lest my corners hurt someone.

Just one evening,

I'd like to live

knowing that i can work magic in clay or paint or cloth,
having the knowledge that i will be remembered for the lives i touched,
in the cocoon of disco lights without any inhibitions.

But forever, 

I want to be

me.