You’re a good bullet point to add to a list
of reasons to equate humans to natural disasters.
(I’m pressing red on the remote
but the earth’s still shaking.)
I reduce people down to the parts
of them that remind me of you.
I’m not saying you ruined me,
only that you’ve stuck me in a cycle
of viewing others geometrically.
The angle of my new roommate’s jaw
is a little akin to the slope of your collarbone.
(I’m setting fire to the house
but the sea keeps rising.)

I do not want to be human. I want to be myself. They think I am a lion, that I will chase them. I will not deny I have lions in me. I am the monster in the wood. I have wonders in my house of sugar. I have parts of myself I do not yet understand.”

—Catherynne M. Valente