at first light I will type the date,
pat my pounding chest with nibbled
pat my pounding chest with nibbled
nails -as you glow taunting, sending
spent malevolent completeness
spent malevolent completeness
from behind the staring screen-
I will print a hard copy of you, hold
the heft of you in my hands-rip you,
shred you, burn you - and after -
when you are reduced to a pot
of ashes I will throw you
to the wind over my garden -
I shall rinse my burning face -
in cool water-clear my mind of
your mess and finally free -hit -
SUBMIT