You Said the Earth was Ours

I said I would follow
you anywhere.
But you didn’t say
you would lead.
Now I’m floating like lead-
at the bottom
of the pool of tears.
My heart has tears-
Tattered layers of red
romance like the sea.
You said we are bigger than the earth-
we can control the planet.
You said one day you would be
a giant-
Walking among us.
You were lying-
we are ants on the tip of a needle
scrambling for balance.
You can’t part the Red Sea
like I can’t part your heart.
I’ve walked around the earth
thousands of times in my mind,
watching the soles of your feet
hit the ground
the same way lightning strikes.
I never imagined vines would grow
from the bottoms of my feet
deep into the earth
and your footsteps
reverberated farther
and farther

Don’t Call Me Pretty

too many vowels
too many meanings
too many times said.
Call me beautiful
and ill doubt you forever.
Call me something striking-
call me Terrible
like Ivan
it means great, terrifying-
I want to be awe-inspiring
like an indrawn
at one of the seven wonders.
Call me horrifying
because I can use a chainsaw
to tear your heart
in two.
I want to be called vicious,
mind-numbing violence
like the lion
right before he strikes.
Raw and real
and ruled by instinct.
Don’t call me wild,
like a drunk teenage girl
on prom night.
Call me untamable-
Swaying in the wind,
bending with the currents.
Give me all your adjectives
all the disgusting English language.
Because I am a wreck,
an animal,
a conquerer,
a dictator
and I don’t need to be called
beautiful to be any of it.

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