If you find me following
Close upon your heels,
Slow the mirage a bit
Let me meet you,
Eye to eye, tooth to tooth.
Hear my inward groaning
Place a handle on my door
Peddle me backwards
Out of the closet Into daylight.
Tie my laughter into knots About your head,
And tear my screams from your belly
Into the night.
Damn the wasted inversion
I’ve quartered and settled this.
Leave me to the ramblings
I won’t stay upon your heels.
Janelle Gregory 2012