To Angie, On Easter

To Angie

Hypnotize me;
Lobotomize me;
Cut me in half.

Tranquilize me,
Re- programize me,
Tell me that I lie.

Tear down the curtains;
Re-route my thoughts;
Clean out the bugs.

The world is empty and meaningless.
The ground we stand on is fickle and sly.

Tell me I’m inauthentic;
Tell me that nothing’s true;
Tell me my life’s story I made up when I was two.

Tell me to call them;
Tell me to write;
Call me a nag, a drag, a cad.

Tell me when to sit,
Tell me when to walk,
Show me how to talk;

Make me laugh;
Make me cry;
Make me sob.

But (and) when you’re done, Angie,
tell me to open my eyes and stand tall;
Welcome me back to my life:
Leaner, Meaner, New,
Transformed.