I have
put it squarely on me
Handed me, I have
this
Warriortask

Some journey of all journeys
A choice of some choices
Am I light enough
To allow it its Go
Let it burn right through
Me?
But not be consumed
Or eaten and torn
Any more than
Already the insides
Of me
Register
like a minefield
Like a strip mine
Like that screaming woman
In that alley who you think is a
Raving
lunatic bitch
But I know
Is all the women
We've all
ever never known.