Emily said “If I feel physically as if the top
of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.”
I do not feel such imprecise decapitation.
I want songs that make my blood jump
Electric, like I’m the Thing,
That eviscerate me like a laser trapped
Hallway before the zombies are released.
Poems like cobalt bombs,
Scouring to purified dust,
Linda Hamilton clutching a chain
Link fence, driven to
Save a world, calling
Called crazy.
Words like xenomorph
Acid, leaking through my hull,
Unable to contain, not-quite-
Right-form responses
Bursting from chest;
Nuke me from orbit,
Just to be sure
I Want You to Destroy Me by Richaundra Thursday
Royal Rose 