She said to me:

“maybe not from the sources
you have poured yours
maybe not from the directions
you are staring at

an aeroplane
will curve gracefully
around the volcano
with the eruption that never lets you down

We all have earned a lightness
Carry my joy on the left
Carry my pain on the right”

So I can say to you:

“mon petit vulcan
you’re eruptions and disasters

It’s not meant to be a strife
It’s not meant to be a struggle uphill

I want to be flexible
I want
To go out
Of my way for you
But enough is enough

i’ll suck my tongue
in remembrance of you”