Loose Woman

This morning I’ll stretch until I am a loose woman.
I’ll take some trains until I exceed my community;
Then, perhaps doing nothing, perhaps flopping down.
Flopping instead of sitting, rolling when hills.

I’ll let my hair grow all day.
In cotton,
excluded,
I’ll forget as much as possible.

My goal is to spend more time in dreams,
less in the default dream,
which has begun to absorb me.