Look Who's Wailing Tonight

I drowned a man
in the sky.

I was twenty and pretty -
Saturn in her slanting hat,
I was dance in a glass bottle,
I was to break free.

And he,
a poet. That's all.

I worked him a rhyme
and pierced him, all right.
He sang me a wail
and took from my lips,
desire.

And then he made me question
him, "Do you love me?"
Look, I had to kill him.

So I pushed him into
the blackness. More than a murder.
No fingerprints.

I am an open book, people.

I never keep any secrets,
but from myself.