In Reverse

Let me leap up from the dust,
fully-formed and growing younger, sleeker,
dumber, smaller,
let me learn in reverse,
the first brushstrokes all masterpieces,
until I learn to draw as a child,
oh, let me begin bitter
and bloody, filled with contempt for you,
let me begin that way, please,
and let me end,
floating an inch above the futon,
leaning in just close enough –
enveloped in that last first kiss.

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