There are days
when I’m sure
that the only way
I can short out
my memories of you
is to gnaw though
my brain cells
the way a rat
gnaws through
insulation.

I have come to believe
that the resultant fire
would be as cleansing
as it would be destructive,
and I yearn to discover
if I am right.

This is why I show you
such sharp teeth
when we speak.

I would ask you
to forgive me
but I understand
that some things,
however necessary,
are unforgivable.

Let the sparks
fly out and ignite
where they will.
I am content
to stop caring now,
to let this burn,
to allow a fire
to begin in my mouth
and spread.