I Just Want To Live (Second Draft)
I was the kid at the video store who
was struck dumb by the faces on horror dvd’s
so I practiced being afraid
when I was six I looked out
from my balcony and watched
metal bars turn into pale-white fingers
I saw long-haired women and sunken dark shadows
I beckoned each one out from my periphery
and into the spotlight of my eyes
I designed mutants in my sleep
that way each creation could stomp
into my waking hours and rattle the earth
to syncopate to my quivering because
my real boogieman
was the one who told me bedtime stories
in closed doors he’d say “I love you so much
I’d cut off my arm for you”
but around our family and friends
he’d tear me down like he did our house
and if I called out in help or defiance
his scream vacuumed my lungs
then back to closed doors again
I was a deflated balloon being punctured
closing my eyes did nothing
I just want to live I knew it then as I do now
I will breathe rapid-fire then slow
because once shouts are no longer a shockwave
I will come to see this nightmare as the practice
needed for my calm and the capacity I call love
will swing open wider pouring in
a full spectrum of sensations
to take residence in my body.