An exercise in recognising strength
began with waking in a pool of sweat;
With a throat full of bile,
And a heart full of terror.

I killed four people last night.
I remember the tearing muscle
as I ripped the jaw off one;
The way I was hunted;
The way I was found;

The laughter.
The anticipation.
My own jaw.
My own tendons.
Their revenge.

And this morning-
I dressed and cooked and cleaned;
I brushed some dogs;
I wrote another thousand I’ll probably never publish.

I laughed a little.
My body count is long lost;
Maybe somewhere with my mind.



In that moment, we were exactly who we wanted to be.
I was Emily and you were James;
The lines on your face didn’t matter;
The rip in my dress didn’t matter.

You whispered beautiful horrible things;
I held your waist next to mine;
You picked me up like three dozen roses,
and twirled me round like a new teddy bear.

We held each other’s gaze with a smile
and kissed like we’d never meet again.

What fortune tellers we were.