I hate poetry.
The subject constructs herself
through language.
The subject takes herself apart
how?
Brick by brick and word by word
it may have domes or turrets or cool reflective glass
it may be aesthetically pleasing
but it’s still a goddamn prison, this language
and i don’t want to be in the aesthetically pleasing prison industry
i want to smash them all apart and be done with it
once you lay the words, that’s it: you can’t take them back
and every word takes me further into
disaster