“i change”
By Mary Margaret Nugent
the channel
the station
the wallpaper
the curtains
i change states
and cars
and think about changing names
i take an ax to the roots
that suffocate my veins
i change my diet
my hair
the way that I dress
i change my hair again
and pretend
i don’t know who I’m trying to impress
i will change everything about me
the essence of my being
i will journal and write poems
tell my friends it’s freeing
but then I will see you
across the grocery store
and I will have that same
aching
bruising
love for you
just as I always have before


