signs in the sand

i would like my life to be cinematic
we all would
hints, closure, white-hot
teeth upon teeth and skin and bones
and reality closing in
but never stopping
not now. not ever.

i would like for you to win
that sounds generous
that sounds wrong.
sometimes all i need is a god
and to be seventeen again
or twenty-five and walking on a windmill.

i would like to leave this town behind.
but houses cannot move and
i've never been great at real-estate.