i. mental map. kingdom. a peasant's land. monarchy. soliloquy dreams. there is honor in being noble there is serendipitous fate in being transient. left to choose between a palace of exquisite marble and expensive murals or a life of poverty and mud-dusted fingertips the ability to walk out upon pavement cry in the company of a stranger feel dangerous for a change. ii. chimera holds a flame above my memories fraying the edges of sweetness making livid to peaceful retreats i took as a child behind embers and coils matchsticks and lighters the gasoline is poured all the way across my chest reduced to cinder chimera holds the match iii. i wish i hadn't told you i figured that once i did, it would be in your hands and now it's strangled between your hands choked and mumbled back into my scorn i've never understood the power of being ignored.