by Anne Walsh.
I want to go like Obi Wan Kenobi
with a smile that says I knew all of this
would happen, I wanted it to.
I wanted to lose you, my light, my sabre.
I wanted the cut of you to deflate me,
make me air and a pile of my old robe.
I want to go like Obi Wan Kenobi tranquil
to a crowd of onlookers
against my perfect enemy, my love,
I wanted to look like fun,
how you killed me and I moved on.
This poem was previously published Anne Walsh’s poetry collection, Intact(Flying Island Books 2017): https://asmacao.org/publications/intact/, and in HUSK 5(Blank Rune Press 2018).