WHAT I WON'T DO FOR YOU

I have been a shiny appliance
Used and slammed and kicked
Admired until broken
Carried to the curb for the dumping lot
Replaced by a shiny new thing.

I have abandoned two homes
A set of dishes with bright coral edging 
From my mother
Cracked but still useful
To save what was left of my soul.

I have loved until I was an empty vessel
Set due south in murky darkness
Aching and longing for meaning
My face turned upward 
To chart a course by a knowing star.

I have kissed to stop words 
Fucked for an embrace
I have been too much for most 
—A curious display
Left to sit and love the never-enough of myself.

No, I will not set myself on fire for you 
I will not return to the woods 
To the place beyond the clearing
Where women are lifted on stakes 
To burn warmth into your cold heart.