Casual

It’s not hard to forget.
All you need to do
Is to remove their agency.

Cast them into an Object.

Take their swirling, twirling complexity -
The way they crinkle their nose
When they catch an errant thought.
The way Her gazelle eyes capture
Stray sun flakes, and the way
You try to follow her down one of her
Rabbithole thought-chains and you resurface
Hours later, a little less sane,
But swaying softly to purple music.
Her unpredictability, her randomness,
Her labyrinth-like emotions and Her passion and her cool familiarity –

And put them into a delineated brace.
Tear down the edifices of them you’ve erected
In the recesses of your mind.

Take away their humanity.
Define them.

And poof! No more.

You cannot be too deeply in love
With an Object.

…

Surrender
To the liquid nitrogen anger that
Smolders in your veins;
Let it wash away these cobwebs of complexity
And stale poems that breed quietly
In your mind,
When you’re not looking.