glowworm wedding

it's time to be happy now.
i get a 100 pack of party hats
& start christening the raccoons.
i dig a cave for us
to sleep in. when i was small
i used to glow in the dark. i would
hold my hand up & the room
would light. i have not figured out
how to be bioluminescent since. 
sometimes i bathe in star water.
other times i try watching
dating shows & shouting at the tv
like it's a football game. 
if i had a mascot, it would be
a glowworm. 
let's get glowworm married.
i am embarrassed that there are
still things i cannot admit in poems.
what is the point then? 
alright, i'll say it. i don't know if 
it is going to work out.
if we are going to wake up & find a way
to crawl towards each other 
like gnats towards a phone screen
in the summer dark. i love air conditioners
& i love ice cube trays. who would
we even invite? maybe just a bunch
of glowworms? do you know 
a group of them is called, "a party."
a party of glowworms. that's not
actually what they're called. 
i've just decided it's the only reasonable
lable. i think i will be the one 
to feed the dress to the snake. you can
be the one who hunts the 
cave fish. i want to be more than 
i am. i don't know if you feel the same.
sometimes in your sleep you'll
illuminate. the cave, damp & cool.
i'll dance with you, both of us, sleepless.
the cave deepening. the worms, hungry. 
tell me, am i enough for you?