Origin Story

I was profligate like a floodlight to the sun.

Hoarded saccharine and toothmarks,

wanted only the thickest rhymes, two of each.

Full I was of promises I never intended to keep:

puckered laughter, lines to feast.

I let everyone who entered my life enter through me.

Demanded nonsense love and bodies that would ring.

Not to mention higher kilowatts

of creeping joy, more red in everything—