I dreamt that

I

t o r e

all the flowers down and

p u n c h e d

the waves until they 

s h a t t e r e d

like icy glass and I

c h a s e d

the grassy road till its end

s t o m p i n g

through the earth so hard it

s t u n g

and I

r a n

into the forest and

s c r e a m e d

into the trees until I

w e p t

and they wept with me and the sky was

f a l l i n g

and the clouds were

h e a v y

on my shoulders and the beaks of the birds

p i e r c e d

my skin like knives and I

R A G E D

alone to an empty silent world that never

l i s t e n s

that's not

b i g

enough for my

a n g e r

and I

b e n t

it to my will I bent it around the 

j a g g e d

outline of my

b o d y

against the 

s t a r s

until

l i g h t n i n g

c r a s h e d

down from the treetops and

     f i r e

                r a i n e d

                                    a r o u n d

                                                         m e