Exchange of Fates

She sits at the window

And she waits.

She sits at the window

And she waits, waits, waits

For nothing more than a change of fates.

The man across the street, she wants his heart:

She wants to feel it beat within her

In steady rhythm

Unlike her own.

The child next door, she wants his eyes:

She wants to see in more than fuzzy lines.

She’s sick of hiding behind thick, brown flames.

The girl on the corner,

This woman wants her future:

She wants to go to college and
Dream of love and life

Again.

She wants, more than anything a hope of a future.

She wants her breathing tube gone

And her legs again to work-

Her heart again to beat

And her eyes again to see;

Her future unwritten, unclear and free.

She sits at the window and she waits

For nothing more than an exchange of fates.