Reinvention

by Rose Marsh

I would like my heart to explode.

I like to drink as much caffeine as possible,

and feel it thud against my chest,

like a frightened little bird.

I want it to burst out in a flash of red.

Then I will be still and quiet.

Sometimes I want to peel open my ribs

to see what I look like on the inside.

Pink and wet, disgusting --

with a distinct taste of copper.

Let me reinvent myself.

Let me become beautiful inside.

I want the night sky to coat the lining

of my body cavity

and holy words and honey

to course through the planets that

will make up who I am.

No more lungs or heart.

And I'll be magnificent.

I'll shine. I'll be a universe within a soul.

Breathtaking and impossible.