I am done
with the breaststroke of infernal lies.
I am done with the twitching eyes,
people without boundaries – hard things
like crossing graveyards, hesitating
intimacy. I am done with money.
I am through with platforms and curls,
with the forceful devil and things that make me feel
unsure. I see the spring
and it is waiting to throw me
a rose. I see things, and I am done with
the loins of the zodiac, through with eastern gods
and western hopes. This is me, standing empty –
fields on either side. Drown me in this solitude.
Take my blood and make me
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Far Enough East – Issue Six”, September 2014