I wanna fly too

My girlfriend has a reoccurring dream
where she lifts off the ground
propelling herself through the air

as if she were swimming.
She goes bonkers in the sky
doing the backstroke over houses,

loopdeloops around skyscrapers,
scaring pigeons off poop-stained statues,
sending children scrambling for cover.

One day I asked if I ever joined
her airborne escapades, she said,
no never. Which makes me sad

probably because when I try to fly
I tend to trip and stub my big toe
causing me to yell: ow, ow, ow!

-Gregory Santos, August 30, 2005