She watches violent,
psychologically disturbing films to calm
down. To forget
the way people unravel at their own
pace. The train rumbles
down its tracks. To speak softly might transport
her further into someone
else’s imagination than releasing another roar.
You came to me
in a dream I’m trying to rehabilitate.
I didn’t know I needed a raging bull.
Can’t confirm that I do. A Peugeot
pepper grinder won’t jam
my soul the way you might. It’s not the violence
in the ring but
some kind of beautiful
destruction within—all
in the name of poetry.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 