Now What? Poem by Julia Luber

Did I kill it? I don't even know.
Like I was saying. Sing for me, baby.
Let me show you my all of me.
Yes, I'm that real in that way.
Yes, I'm that much what you should be thinking about.
Yeah, it's that perfect and beautiful.
Behold me and understand who I am.

Like I was saying. Did I kill it? I know I wanted to.
It was bugging the living shit out of me and getting
under my skin like an anchor into the air wave frequencies
of my mind. Talk about sucky. And all I wanted was some
lovey-dovey, honey. All I wanted was some lovey dovey.

But then killing got involved, I found out you preferred a killer
to me. That made me angry. Angry like you could not imagine.
Somebody who killed for no reason. That made me really sick,
as I only kill for the best of reasons. The best.

So sing to me, baby. Hear the music in my plight….that being:
I want you to see it and know that it's mine.
And you're actually mine too. And you've been
very very bad and unforgivable to your master.
Now what?