There was a Heart Wrapped up in a Poem
By Julianna Reidell
Artwork by Pamela Ojopi
Don’t touch me.
Because hypothetically we are all
monster-makers,
but I’m not flirting with galvanism
today.
Furthermore,
I scorn your vivisection-as-verse,
and if you speak to me of phrenology,
I will take it as a sign that we—
whatever this sewn semblance of you and I must mean—
are at an end,
a parting
of ways.
Good.
To make myself clear:
I am cleansing myself of pseudoscience
and Romanticism alike, I
frankly think that your poems don’t have a shot in hell
of saving the world
because you are all cerebrum afire
and no soul, trying
to substitute passion
for a conscience, and the sad thing is
that you fool some
but I have been Awakened, and
I see.
Blindingly. Astutely.
Pervasively.
You, with your intellectualism
and your whims,
change
the system only so it benefits
you more,
Shock a girl —
kill her, stuff her,
seal
her heart up, and tell yourself
that you know what love is an instant
before your vision tunnels and we
begin
again.
Fuck
your pretend fatherhood. You
will never know what it is to love and lose
anything but
yourself.
Write me off
as hysterical.
Lock me
into a mould in
your mind, bite
my name out of your memory.
Reduce me to a remnant
of a nightmare,
a snippet-bogeyman
with breasts
and a womb.
They’re still not yours.
You
will never touch me
again.
I will be a monster
gladly. Anything
to set me apart
from you.
About the Author
Julianna Reidell is a first-year English/Creative Writing major at Arcadia University. She has previously received gold and silver medals for her humor writing and poetry from the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards national competition. Her work can also be found in the magazines Stone Soup and Teen Ink, as well as on the teen comedy website The Milking Cat.