When I think about Love
(and by “Love”, I mean You)
my heart is filled with questions.
Since I met you
I am a traveler.
I wish to travel the world
to find the reasons why
You do not love me.
I would like to expand my consciousness
There has to be a reason
because there is a reason for everything.
In my Travels
(and by “Travels”, I mean Dreams)
I am in an Ancient Egyptian tomb
naked and holding a torch.
The walls are closing in on me
with their angry, burial paintings
vengeful animal heads atop human bodies
screaming in a language I don’t understand.
YOU MUST UNDERSTAND, they chant.
I run down a long hallway
to my gilded coffin
outrunning the walls
that are collapsing around me.
I make it through the double doors.
They shut behind me, protecting me.
But before I can look upon my body
and discover the secret of my past life
everything disappears into a mist.
When I Awaken
(and by “Awaken”, I mean
I Think I Wake Up But I’m Still Dreaming)
scholars twitter schizophrenically
in ivory towers
about my life as Queen.
I am a ghost
so they can’t see me.
I am disappointed.
I do not know who I am
but I know
I am not who they say I am.
I am not who they say I am
even though they revere me—
the most important religious revolution
in the history of my country.
What do they know?
Using all of my ghostly strength
I flip the table and all of the chairs
making the smart people run and scream
because the place is haunted!
As I laugh to myself
my hands, face and whole body
but they still can’t see me.
As they scramble from the room
I throw all of their research papers
into the fireplace.
The air fills with smoke.
I Really Wake Up This Time
(and by “I Really Wake Up This Time”, I mean
I Have Consciously Chosen Death).
(And by “Death”, I mean Love).
I have lots of thoughts.
I am tired of thinking.
I Kill Myself
(and by “Kill Myself”, I mean
I Take A Rope
And Hang Myself
On A Tree Outside My Parent’s House).
It is just like going to sleep
except your eyes are open.
You were already Dead.
I see You.
Tureygua Inaru: “I am a writer from Central Florida. My poetry has been featured in Leonardo Magazine and No Peeking Theatre’s INDIGENOUS.”