The Owl

I couldn’t put it together.
I had envision it,it was all there.
Written,in bold transparent letters.
To only be seen,felt,touched with my mind.
Once I had recited back on paper, it all went blank.
Disappeared.
Escaped right before my eyes.
I just want me again,that’s all.
All of me.
In bold, transparent letters.
I want to sink in to my flesh.
Feel my insides.Be in love with my dents.
Myself.
My transparent,
hooting nighting-owl self.
-Di Maggio Carolina