Scoop-sy

  I demand a lobotomy.

  Clear out the library of pain

  that clogs my mind like dusty shelves.

 Give the trauma away.

 Donate the disordered— 

 Disappointments.

 Just make it someone else’s

 Problem.

 Label it neatly.

 First betrayal,

 last breath,

 the monster in my bed.

 Put it on display 

 with a sign:

  Do Not Touch 

  —still haunts. 

 Let me walk through

 my own head

 without slicing my feet

 on the same shattered

 memories every time.

 Let me sweep

 the floor of my mind

 with mercy,

 not denial. 

Let peace be

an unfurling of light

from the ruins.