#66

I lie down in a padded space.

I am safe in its softness.

When I am crazy enough, I will extend my arms and break the box.

I will tear fabric apart and chew the filling inside.

Its feathers will turn into butterflies.

I will stand up and shriek.

I will shout at the top of my lungs.

When I am crazy enough, insects will come out of my mouth.

I will put cockroaches in your coffee cups.

I will turn into ice everything I touch.

My footsteps will become gardens.

I will spill colours from my fingertips.

When I am crazy enough, my heart will turn into a ferret.

It will rummage in my insides for its way out.

I will see the skies darken.

I will cry a thousand rivers.

I will not speak a single word.

When I am crazy enough, I will make the air look like poetry.

I will draw gods and goddesses on handkerchiefs.

I will speak eighty seven languages.

I will boost life into statues.

I will sing a never-ending song.

When I am crazy enough, I will turn myself inside out.

I will set my angels free.

They will make me sleep for ages.

They will make my hair turn white.

They will wake me up when I am no longer crazy enough.

I will be extraordinary.

I will miss my padded space.