trespasser

what if i started

my incantation

by whispering your name

quietly

to myself in the closet

and then revealed it to another

a friend

a sister

a co-worker

a stranger

your name

the anti-jehova

once spoken

weakened

like great solomon's locks

your name the burden

and the power

simultaneously coexisting.

what if i began

by turning inward

and started this war cry

as a dreamquest

as a trance

as a walkabout

tribal triangulation

laser focused

raising energy

bringing down the moon.

what if i set forth
with tears and rage

and fear and hatred

and let them wash into the ocean

polishing the stone of resolve

within me

the heart of a warrior

hidden

in the body

of an ordinary fat guy

with bills and a cat.

what if i didn't fall over and die

what if i survived

rose up

and imprison you

in my own way

slowly

allowing your foothold

but crushing your growth

as you tried to do my spirit.

what if this son of dust

became more

despite you

and your tedious existence

found his voice

named you

and forever broke your curse.