I Came Here to End Things

I came here to end things

Against the backdrop of a setting sun

And the rising scent of hidden night jasmine

“Whoa” he said and then there was silence

And it was over

All my sneaky ways of doing things

the way they’ve been made to be done

There is no time left for the wasted mess of living half a life

or

unclear invitations

or

starvations

sing me to sleep sweet voices

Saltwater stinging my eyes

Running away with trouble

Taken under

a big gulp of my own medicine

I emerged

Lover mother healer human woman

Poet

At last

Full

Of all the things I am made to be full of.