Poetry: I Wanna Be by Tina Parsons

I Wanna Be

You could hang me in the corner

And I would surely be

 

A calcified celebrity 

That’s just what I would be

 

Count my back full of vertebrae

All thirty-three there be

 

And check how cartilaginous

My spine persists to be

 

With my fistful of phalanges

There’s so much more I’d be

 

When you see just how cavernous

My facial bones can be

 

From my frontal to my femur

Perfection I could be

 

For I could teach anatomy

You know how great I’d be

 

Why is it then you don’t agree?

With what I wanna be?

 

But dear, we couldn’t think of it

So please, just let it be.

Tina Parsons has first-class honours in English Literature and Creative Writing and has authored a number of academic publications which are used in teaching internationally. She is currently working on a collection of short stories featuring the life of bags and in her role as assistant editor of the literary journal MONO. she shares a passion for reading and writing poetry with an edge as well as a heart.