Poem: Super(nova)


Dulcinea in her windmill escape
Don Quixote with the feminine face
Says he loves her but he wants her to change
He wants her violent and he wants her to sway

She tries to stand up on her own, unsure of her legs
The supernova of his name blows her away

Dulcinea isn’t really her name
He can change it just as long as he stays
He can twist it, he can throw it away
He can have it, he can lay it to waste

Her fire red, in all its shades, her anger remains
With all the shame brought on her name, there’s light on her face

She knows where he goes when he walks away
She knows that she grows in spades
He knows that she won’t be standing in place
He knows that she won’t be tamed.

From “the Songbook Sessions.”
© 2015 A.P. Miller