Into

Again, I want it --
to be born
 to feel
  to hurt.

I just want it --
the pain,
the rusty bottoms of
pudding pans,
free bed sheets,
the taste of
sunshine
after a long night.

I want to be born again
 into Jasmines
 into Angelicas
 into Daisies
   -and yet even sometimes,
Daffodils, too-

to live again
with them
in them
out of them.

Rinse and repeat.