“I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls
with clean blood and organized drawers.
I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests
at night when no one else is aliveor awake
however you choose to see it and I live in my own flames
sometimes burning too bright and too wild
to make things last or handle myself or anyone else and so I run.
run run run far and wide until my bones
ache and lungs split and it feels good.
Hear that people? It feels good because
I am the slave and ruler of my own body
and I wish to do with it exactly as I please”