By Alice Chalk
I am trying to outgrow
The familiar pain
Of loving you
By rolling around
In all the cliches I can find
Like freshly laundered bedding
I will cut my hair
And dance on tables
I will pierce myself
And get that tattoo you hated
I will transfer all
This energy
I used to use on you
Used to waste on you
Into something else
Though I know not what
Just yet
But all this power
Is building to something
Desperate for release
Will I turn men to stone?
Will I turn them to gold?
What if I discover
I can place my hand on a chest
And ignite the bones within?
What would happen
If all I became
was kinder?
Would it surprise you
To learn that I
Have become almost invincible?