I want, I want, I want

I want to risk being too much.

I'm too tired to tone it down.

I want to love loud and stand my Fuck You up in front as a barrier to injustice.

I want to dance when I cannot stand and to know there is no shame in going home when I want to.

I want to be the person who says no with my full chest.

And throws my yeses around like glitter.

I want to over-salt my food and have my friends know that when they say one clove I'm going to use a bulb.

And I want too many pillows and I have too many pillows and I want to stop apologising for the space I occupy in thread and value and seat space.

And I want to ask for concessions for me and all of the others who may not be so loud.

And I want to risk being ashamed and uncertain and willing to be so rawly, jaggedly confusingly alive.