Tomorrow I will build a universe of ink
and write you subject to my pen,
controlling all you do and think in verse
and changing every loss of mine to win;
for instance, I could start with adjectives
crossing out the old that I’ve become,
Replacing dull with lovely; or I’d give
your careless words a turn to grateful ones.
And then for nouns–inscribe your apathy
as care with but a movement of my wrist,
to trade distaste for passion, transform me
into she, and thus by you as her be kissed.
Or better than this wordy love-retrieving
I’ll simply stop all verbs, keep you from leaving.
Originally published in The Formalist.