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I Wanna Get Away

I wanna get away

I wanna head out of this city

I wanna run to the hills with my arms in the air and my tits unstrapped

No bra, linen shirt, breeze brushing through my hairy pits


I wanna stand barefoot in the grass

Feeling sharp blades slicing between my clammy toes

Feeling fresh, cold, wet, black soil curling up under the arch of my heated foot


I wanna dance and twist in the high wheat fields

Out there where the amber sunset blinds my eyes like sharp stings

But I keep looking, for those sharp stings pinch my soul and remind me to be more

ELECTRIFYING


I wanna smell the crispy, crisp air

That air with the wondrous ability to refresh your soul

To set you free


I wanna sit on the frame of an old abandoned Ford

Stuck out in the middle of nowhere

Full of rust and mud and memories

Laughing with friends and drinking bathtub moonshine


I wanna sit that frame for hours

Until it’s so dark that I can’t see my hand in front of my face

Until every little whisper

Echoes off of every little thing around me

I wanna crawl back to the campsite

Laughing and giggling and getting scared

as I lean over to a friend and whisper, “What was that?!”

And “SHHHHH! I think it’s over there!”


I want real time in real time

And I want your face in my FaceTime

And I want the sunshine

FUCK! I want the fucking sunshine!


But mostly,

I want to sit in the dirt with my friends

I want to tell them how much I love them

And with every laugh and every joke

I’ll show them

That THIS

THIS

Is our time together

Our time

Out

In the woods.

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