i never felt
like i really
existed
outside of a
loose collection
of flaws
which life proved
ad nauseum
was meant to be
easily discarded

nauseated by
the vertiginous
trappings of self
consumed vixens
who want a personal
poet without all the
intangibles associated

and then
i was seen
as is
and even though
i have been
so badly bent
i never once
fucking broke

watching the storm
rage across the ocean
i am one with the
lightning