emancipate

This morning I asked you
to take my heart back.

I find I
slip     it
      into the
pockets of my jeans,
corners of my wallet,

but I don't want it,

It's so ugly when I keep it for myself.

i asked you for a white horse moment,
for your ax to hack away
at these thickening
entanglements

and cut me
Out,

make me free
of all these weeds

all        this          

(wintry,
rattled,
tremulous)

Me.

This morning I asked you
to take me down,
to fight me 'til I'm
only yours again.