Studies show
The smartest women are the loneliest
I won’t excuse myself from this table
To play humble
I will drink to the six-cylinder machine between my ears
Salute it as I scream
wishing not to see ten steps ahead
Wishing to stop generating so many selves
That need watering
The poet
The mother
The lover
The seductress
The fire eater
But they were born hungry
What a pity
To deny them
Something to sink their teeth into
