after Dorothy Parker
“And rip the hearts of men in half
And toss the bits away” – Dorothy Parker
I dream too much of tearing your heart
from the cocoon of your chest. I dream
about revenge followed by redemption,
for women, for everyone you have hurt.
I want to write a tragedy. To be performed
beneath the Greek scorching sun
in an amphitheatre seething with ache;
to parade the many masks you have worn.
But I dream
Find myself fondling loose strings and valves
I’ve imagined pulling from between my teeth.
Find myself alive and lucid in the reach
of your seductive grasp — they say Bundy
was a charmer and I wonder
if he was a Gemini too.
I wonder if I’ll stop witnessing daydream violence
and imagining I’m still with you.
Written in response to Free Verse Revolution’s Prompt Challenge #3