The Creator Poem by Pat Raia
The Creator
I wanted
roots
so
I invented
them
from
other people's
stories
I wanted
wings
so
I made
them
from paper
scraps
and
string
I conjugated
a million verbs
to tell
my own
life story
and
I witnessed
things
that
frighten you
especially
when you
dream
Now
you want
to be
me
and
it makes
me laugh -
I don't
think
you've saved
enough
broken string
for that
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