Alternative Medicine / Response
I want to be the one to It’s always some mawkish attempt
be surgeon to your pain to fix my seemingly broken screen.
scalpel the tumors grown This creep really sees himself as a doctor.
by others and crystalize Couldn’t believe he’s the one hurting me.
your difficult-ageless demeanor Yeah, I’m difficult alright.
I want to gather you Gather me some what?
from that field where you grow Is this a flower or wheat allusion?
twine you until you feel whole. But, how does he know how I feel?
I want unimaginable power At the end of the day, it’s always about power
for you, so that you unify Some guy trying to tell me I’m broken
every splintered part of your or in need of fixing, or change.
soul, your infinite window Always in abstract, senseless terms.
to Gold. Men who I don’t love, tell me I am incapable of Love.
Love is their Alternative Medicine.
Because for creeps like these,
traditional methods of dating –
just don’t seem to work.
Nearly every time I dream
my father is a catastrophe
warning against my female cousins
their adult coddling of their mothers.
The man is an economic bully
he points out the burden of bills
he takes away beautiful pets, an imagined dog
from their owners;
grimaces when asked what was done with the animal.
All is secrets and tragic endings with him;
I dare not lend the scope of my brain
to his twisted character.
I’ve learned not to dream, but to live.
I shook this character from my life.
Golden Exit Sign
Dress up; wear the heels
here, you may be a woman
in this place, you may be a girl
I see abuse.
Stop eating when he tell you to eat.
I will help you,
destroy this ghost
who tries to ruin the beautiful you
I see a jealous, ugly woman.
I see a miserable, tormented animal.
I see a powerful, cigar-smoking man.
I see the exit sign for you
it hovers, a nimbus, a cloud