The girl gave herself to the poem
because it was self preservation to set the words free.
There was something about emptiness
that got the fingers moving, twitch of
the pen, the keys, the tongue--
poetry was salvation, and she was pious.
The girl gave herself to the poem because it was
fight or flight; poetry was instinct, human nature.
Animal Planet prose, primitive pieces
that betrayed a desire for something beautiful.
The girl gave herself to poetry because
it was something worth devotion.
The girl fed herself to the poet
because she wanted to taste transformation.
The insatiable hunger of words wouldn’t let go.
The girl became a poet because poetry
became her, and it stayed, it stayed,