Sharon Frey
Inspiration piece
guided mutation
By Cristal Brawley
Response
She’s got a cloud (it’s a hundred pounds),
about to lose the string
that’s holding it up.
Invites more pain (asks for it), so she might explain
why her heart feels so
heavy.
She says:
I want to live in a world where the bluebird sings,
and a diamond ring
is just a butterfly.
I want to live in a place where your shadow face
and your cold embrace
don’t crucify.
He wants everything from me,
and I give him what
he thinks that is.
(And, she can smile, turn on the face
that launches
what
he thinks that is.)
His hands and arms (once tendered)
are to meant to slaughter her will
to mend her just
enough.
He calls her “Love,” he calls her late,
his crush, his slam, is
never enough.
She says:
I want to live in a world, where I’m a little girl
holding my dress
to the wind.
I want to live in a place, where the hand you trace
doesn’t throw you down
in a spin.
I want to live in a world, where the bluebird sings
and a diamond ring
is just a butterfly.
I want to live in a place,
where I can change my face,
where I’m a butterfly.
I’m just a butterfly.
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