sometimes i get the urge

to cut off all my hair
to stop reading email, forever
to run away to the mountains
to stop using electricity
to eat everything in my fridge,
including at least a pound
of cheddar cheese
to stay up late
to pray for rain
to buy five-hundred dollar Frye boots
and one of those indoor composters
to scrub off my make up
all the lotions and hair gunk
and walk around naked
to make BIG art
to take up room