untether
unfasten me. take the pins from my runaway mouth. unbind me. your propriety is an ill-fitted hand-me-down that i have worn unbuttoned to my ankles. i want to be a fugitive – unencumbered, at-large on the news, in your face unshackled by expectations of “nice” or “old.” i wanna shoot craps with gods, lie to the cops make out with your mom, and roll up at 4 a.m. — giddy, exhausted, spray paint on my hands, and hungry for waffles. unfix me from your list of dull definitions. i’m gonna light the emergency candles and laugh over 1000 wax impressions of your frantic struggle to see everything i am not. i am not your parent, auntie, or child. i’m not your lover, your oxen, your baggage, your score board or your mirror. unfasten me. my renegade words will cascade into pools of mercury, will poison the placid ground where you have dug my grave. i refuse your narrow box and corsetry. i’m the sheriff in this damn town.