Ana Božičević

Person

I want to be cool more than I want you to like me.
A disco ball wearing a crown of thorns.
Seaweed waving off the side of the underwater subway.
We started out as wood and morphed into silver in time.
It’s 6am and I’m ready to go out and tell everyone else I’m a person.
And tell everyone I count as much as a penny.
I wished I could tell you I was more plausible than the night.
But you got stuck in the mirror labyrinth
And came out with a totally new name.
It’s night mornings like this I wish I could travel in time
Just to slap my own ass when I was born.