poetry 101 rehab: paper

you should know this:
i don’t come with a
storm warning.

don’t think i haven’t
seen you,
hunched over papers.
i’ve watched you
draft me
into being;
i’ve read your writing,
smudged your sketches.

(stolen pages right from
your notebook.
how better to stop your
conniving?)

watch me tear and
burn your plans.

you dream in
flimsiness,
transparency,
and think yourself
fit to
rule.

(i’ll raze your
paper castles
to the ground)