This is the truth: If I had long red hair
and smiled brighter than the sun
I would take what I wanted

The rage of my locks would be a legend
told to little boys who wanted nothing
but to grow up to be engineers.

My smile would be beautiful
kind and terrible and cruel
when I said, “Let me see.”

I would own whatever I wished
whatever i didn’t wish,
whatever I might someday wish
whatever I despise

For me, with long red hair
and a blazing smile, the universe
is not enough.