13

I love self-destruction.

I surround myself in it and I always have.

I choose my lovers from

their capacity to find

what burns their wicks

and to light them up themselves.

I pride myself in those who

like book characters

who read, who talk, who play

disorder and dissatisfaction

 light themselves up to watch 

how beautifully they can burn.

I take my friends 

with their wicked smart minds 

and their broken hearts

with the love they won't give

but that I still borrow,

as they're too stubborn 

to allow themselves the sharing.

And so I surround myself 

with those who like me

burn fast and bring light

who are powder kegs

about to explode.

We're holding our breath for each other.