kimberly johnson

 

WRECKING BALL

 

 

With what stern determination I love

That wall!—: its red height so certain I must

 

Fling myself at it, an erratic

Embarrassment of a fling, chain-wobbling

 

Through my drunk parabola to kiss

The brick. Can I help it that I kiss

 

With all my force? Nuzzled

To dust, all my beloveds must wish

 

To have gone unregarded. What do

I wish for? The end of love.