(published August 2017)
You can keep
That manufactured peg self you have inside you
The one that fits all of the holes
They tell you to fit into
And now
You try to force me
To jettison my sensibilities
So you can be more comfortable
Now I will
Light myself on fire
And walk away
The ties undone
For I have experienced the others
The ones with deeper expanding
Minds ablaze with ideas nonconforming
From the library of God
And no set of rules
There is no schedule
To our convergence
The mystical is at play and adds to our psyches
Even more desire and longing
Our futures are ours alone
Fate our friend
Time our handmaiden
Tara Lynn Hawk is a poet and writer whose work has appeared on Occulum, Uut, Spilling Cocoa, Ant-Heroin Chic, Social Justice Poetry and others. Her first chapbook, The Dead, is available for download on Smashwords. “taralynnhawk.com” @taralytnnhawk