If I were an octopus
or if there were three of me,
then maybe I would have enough arms
and enough hours
to be all of the places I want to be,
to do all the things I want to do.
At least that’s what I tell myself,
but I know
if there were three of me,
then all three selves
would squeeze into their lives
enough to tax six people
and those six would want
six more. Soon I would get tired
of just looking at myselves.