If logic could have the lifted the weight of the world off my shoulders
Believe me,
I would have put her to work a long time ago
She is the one who runs your brain, I know
Helping you do what makes the most sense
And you want me to make sense
But I am, quite frankly, chaos
In all of it’s beauty and wonder
And do not need to be spoken to as if I am anything less than brave
Or as a project to fix
Or a sculpture to mold
I am the woman who does not do as she is told