At First
Words By Emily Pérez, Art By unknown
Like that like that I managed only
tit for tat, the smallest scraps of
satisfaction, gut reactions. Like sails
I got high and loose. I got strung up
and got strung out. Like lightning
I used up my fighting words in one
tremendous bang. I rang the boxer’s
bell, I tried so hard to self-contain
remain intact, not to yell or blow.
I snapped. I set fire then set out.
I wailed through my solo then collapsed,
a diva on the stage, carrying on, carried
off and then away, I used my rage
to my advantage, set my gaze toward
open seas. I tipped my hat, I took
my leave, made tracks, broke free.