have you ever had a
pie in the sky
pretend we’ve won the lotto
dream? the kind of plans that
are attached to impossible futures?
I used to think I did
have those kind of dreams I mean
but then one came true
and another
and another
suddenly I’m living in the town
I swore I’d call home as a millionaire
but without all that money
suddenly I’m sinking time into my love of words
buying books enough to overflow my shelves
and writing down the world inside my head
until I can almost taste it
suddenly I’m allowed to be me
as soft or sharp or simple as I please
and no one bats an eye
maybe impossible dreams just need
impossible people to reach for them anyway?
impossible futures [poem]
Larissa Lee 