Unattached

If I was a compound I’d be (CH3)2CO.
I’d be Acetone: a bond dissolving solvent;
nail polish remover on hair
and nail extensions,
sandifying glue on the scalp
and ripping from the cuticles.

I’d unattach everything pretty,
erase anything colorful.

I’d be Automobile Adhesive Remover,

something slippery, like olive oil
slid between lettuce leaves
with Italian dressings.

I’d be the coffee can of grease
collected by the stove
because I’d damage the sewers. 

I would be Cosmopolitan’s
Top Ten Reasons Couples Break Up

because I don’t get attached.
I’m not a Wrigley’s stuck
to the underside of the snack shop table
at Starlite Lanes.

If you were a magnet pole,
I would repel you.