I saw she could
watch her own house burn
without moving a muscle, I saw she could
light the pyre.
I could see her in a temple, tying someone up
or being tied up, or being made nothing
or making someone nothing.
I saw she was full of cruelty
and full of kindness, brimming with it –
I had known but not known this, that she was human,
she had it all inside her, all of it.
She saw me seeing that, she liked that I saw it.
The Spouses Waking Up in the Hotel Mirror // Sharon Olds