my lightning

if you are to know

If you are to know who my lightning is

you have to know that though

he uses words to his advantage, he

rarely curses. For when he utters

the inevitable explicit, he is smoking

the soil with a zealous streak

of burning light. For when he curses,

he is cursing not only those close to him,

he is cursing the earth he treads upon,

and the earth doesn't take kindly to curses.

If you are to know who my lightning is

you have to know that he himself is cursed.

He is a force to be reckoned with, to be sure,

but he pushes people and things and wars

away. He used to have to push harder, but

friends and lovers started giving up. Now

he has me.

If you are to know who my lightning is

you have to know that I will never

be enough.