How I Feel Now

I feel your presence, like a urolith
Stretching my tissues, ripping up my flesh,
Like snarling black bears in a Christmas creche,
Poseidon’s Cetus in the Perseus myth —
Use anything at all to hurt me with,
Deposit me among the stalks you thresh
Before you start, wrapping me in wire mesh,
Pretending you’re a working silversmith.

I don’t like what’s been happening here, see?
You took my unused, sleeping heart and burst it,
Wrote the melodrama, twice rehearsed it,
Made me bless love for releasing me
And thank you for the happy comedy,
Until I woke up here, alone, and cursed it.