Tonight's Poet Corner: Dynasty
Dynasty by Belinda Roddie Last time you said you loved me, I swore to you that I would upend your world like a chessboard, checkmate the king so the queen could take control of this glorious realm. I held stars in both my hands and let them burn my skin, each follicle of hair left on my flesh bursting into miniature fireworks before descending like strings of phoenix feather confetti. You told me to break my own teeth and patch them with steel, replace my spine with a lightning rod, stand outside in the middle of a storm and let Mother Nature kiss me so hard that my body flopped like a fish. I flipped tables in empty bars, drank absinthe and poison and developed an immunity to both. I dodged the harder contraband, but you managed to slip ecstasy in the form of a touch into my cup of decaffeinated tea, and suddenly, I was more awake than I had ever been in the last seven years. I was supposed to be revolutionary. I was supposed