THERE IS NO WEAPON MORE DANGEROUS THAN A WOUND - Andrea Gibson

If love did not exist I would be so goddamn sane my poems would be billboards. Suburbia would be enough. I would not have to gut myself to find my spine crushed into powder and brushed on her cheekbones. My hair would not be a hummingbird’s nest. My mind would not have to move so fast to rest.

I started wishing on the stars in the sky instead.
I said to the sun, tell me about the big bang.
The sun said, ‘It hurts to become.

Only I know how broke I got
buying into the theory that my
life was something
that happened to me
and that's not to say I gave
every hurt a permission slip.
I didn't. But I did cast myself in
a lot of crappy roles. I've been
told almost every argument is a
race for the victim position. I'm
tired of winning the gold.