Close Poem by Julia Luber

She wanted me to be struck into a state of attention
into something I wanted nothing to do with whatsoever.
She knew it would destroy every inch of me to capture
me into something that could only destroy me, destroy
me in whatever way she could not complete during
what time she was there. Now she has come around
again to check up on the consequences, trying to
make sure that what did not completely kill me
last time, although almost, will have its chance to
do so again. She has come astonishingly close.