The politics of the matter shattered us,
self loving, waiving signs, singing , crying.
And where have you left your god,
your center raging to make certain that
a woman,
            a man,
owns nothing of themselves.

And yet I know when the moment comes,
when a decision balances on the tip of my tongue
gouging my own eyes, tearing clumps of hair.
I know what my choice is
even as you hand me the pills
to poison our future.