[excerpt from a larger problem]

The worst thing you ever gave me

was all this anger and nothing to hold

it with. You unloaded the shopping bags

into my open arms and walked into the house

without looking back to see if you still

wanted me like that. It's not that I feel anything

for you, just that you dried me up

like an old prune and I still went out and found

a spring. It's that I snapped back like elastic

and I don't think you like having someone to ruin

and not managing to ruin them completely.

It's that you meet people and hurt them

and crawl away wounded. If the dinosaurs

could have taken the meteor with them,

would they? In my wildest fantasies, I am

nineteen years old and do not know you

at all.