Violent Femme (but righteous)

Short like a mushroom,
you
disappeared into the backdrop of any taller grass. You
were in the Army for years, yet all you learned was
how to fold clothes. You emerged from a psyche, my
id-like fear. But I devoured you, holding you down
with a forked tongue. I wait for you to integrate back
into feces, back into mold. And then I'll wash away
your domestication and remember everything else you learned
at war.

--Yuo-Fong Bénédicte Chang