Did you want a bitch,
or a super-heroine?
Or perhaps just a mop
and bucket for sticky linoleum,
for hangovers that crawl
into high-rise offices?
Whatever it is you want
or need,
forget me,
I’m not the “it”
tagged in your game–
I claim me as my own,
sister to the shapeless wind
which calls me away
and further away still,
toward the raw
and permeable unknown.
(Photo by Cindy Sherman)