Submission

Submission 

at first light I will type the date,
pat my pounding chest with nibbled 

nails -as you glow taunting, sending
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