From Bruises and Love Bites
I have meta-morphed,
transfigured,
become a super villain.
You can train the human body
to do anything.
I’ve been practicing the splits
and lying very flat, making
myself small, invisible,
learning to escape from ropes,
chains, handcuffs, straight jackets,
shark cages,
dead end relationships.
I’m going to do the splits
on a tight rope between
two buildings with no net.
I’m going to creep into people’s houses
and reset their thermostats.
I want to spin on the Wheel of Fortune
while gypsies hurl knives just past my lips.
I want to swallow swords and fire and
walk on coals and broken glass.
I’m bored with the world.
I have no regard for man’s law.
I’m not an ordinary bitch.
I know when to be loud and when to be silent,
at last.
My poetry is just the beginning.
My body is a medium.
The world is a stage.
This life is a page.
I am never content. Look for me on the
rooftops, in the shadows, on the
stage, in the lights, ready to show
you how extraordinary human
beings can be when they are free.
It is always a crime to hold another
person against their will.
We should tear down every prison
on every hill and live in anarchy.
