changeling

born from a recoil in the walls of

every second room i enter; the first is

blissful, it beats hardly for me

me, the transcendent being loaded up with promises

wreaking havoc on the gunmen, sparking wildfire

in the deep, dark, delicious forests behind your house

me, coloured by the shade

of a purple mountain

and in that blackened haze, i put myself to sleep

before it comes around again

that strange, angry pang, fondling me to half-to-death

and splitting me right down the middle

there you will find me, the changeling changing her clothes

the other one got snapped up in the jaws of transformation, just like that

speaking on all my empty platitudes

but just like every other law-abiding girl, she got caught

red-handed, bloody animals are

women and their man-children climbing into bed

the inhumanity! creating another

identical to you. who could possibly be worth it?

through daybreak, i still shake at the mere thought

of my old master, my other half, long-gone: she was

just a cheap excuse to get my hands dirty, my hair

a-mess, my life away

but i am caught between a thousand truths and one lie:

although i am warning you now, it is a very good one

the rush of light in the morning

spites me; he only does it

because he loves me. i like to look at the red spots

in the whites of your two beady eyes, i like to see

the lovers i have left behind stretched out

on a spreadsheet: red dots on a map

and there i am again, me, dreaming in the canyon; leaving

the other one behind, awake and reeling

i wasted it, sweeping the same rocket-ship over the counter

‘til it hit the target, following the spiral

into an infinite, dark place: the merry-go-round, my hairline

thank god for a terrible, painful death:

a clear, clean, swift resolution to this thing between us

is always the right way to go, so

i cut it off at both heads