Just something I carry around
I have thrown my body off of cliffs
running, jumping, screaming
I have hurled it from the tops of trees
with nothing but branches to catch me
I don't know if I hated it then
before it was even fully formed
or if I thought it was invincible
and wanted to find out for sure
I remember wanting to break
Sitting with a hammer in my right hand
my left arm on a concrete block
Sitting at the edge of a rooftop
three floors up and leaning out
Holding a knife I'd seen cut bricks
on late night TV infomercials
against my skin, so much softer
amazed at how dark red I could be