Months have passed since I have lived at my house, and with Sandy's powerful hit, who knows what delays this will bring to my reconstruction. Patience to those who have felt the power of MOTHER NATURE.
The Impossibility of Returning Home
I was not trying to pull you from my forgotten groin
as you licked me with dragon’s fire directly over my metal armor.
I was not trying to forge the inside of your heart with pride,
or change the rusty seat of each wicked muscle.
I was not trying to push opulent words over your façade--
it was your insatiable fire that locked fear in me--
made me turn into an unrecognizable form, a dragon slayer. Defeat
mixed into my blood and oxygen; I fed your coral flames with death.
I was not giving into the burn of your speech or
the rake of your claws across my scorched linoleum.
I did not listen to your mouth’s hissing blaze,
as my body felt shame for our impersonal destruction.
I was not trying to burn away anyone’s sins--
not mine, not yours, not filth and soot’s gossamer presence.
Fearlessness settled in my head-- get them out, get them out.
Outside a quiet night passed through me; you drink the rain,
the sweet earth opens, moist dirt mists my nostrils,
white fog lifts from the ground as if to resurrect me to God.
You take one last breath, exhaling dust onto my unsettled LIFE.
My flesh, your metal, a ghostly bronze angel;
I simply asked for a new kitchen.