Does Not Come Standard

The lightning from the autumn storm

Surprised us all

From out our drunken slumber,

Rattle and a cannon blast from heaven.

It told me sharp as cracking ice in frozen night,

I'm never an additional accessory.

I am the revving motor engine, baby.

The winter promises a blanketing.

I'll wrap my skin and bones

Into my afghans

Conjured by my mother and her sister

And delight in my own heat.

You have a lovely tail.

It's such a shame it always tattled.

- 2/9/26