Heat Itself

When I see you again it will be in summer
when affection is heat itself against the
bed sheets

when I see you again I will look drastically
different – the change that usually accompanies
a breakup: my hair, my clothes,

I will have grown
into the change, I would hope that you
don't recognize me

but you have a way with complements,
with exaggerated expressions,
so I am sure we will work around that.

In summer I will wear nothing but lace
and tie my hair back with a blue ribbon,
although I will still carry a book under my arm.

When I see you again I will have spent
the spring thinking up ways to hurt you
like you hurt me,

I will be ruthless,

I will strike with careful
abandonment;

I will shove my
tongue down your throat until
I can taste your very soul.