You have a knack for disasters –
an absolute gift for setting sail
on pleasure cruises destined to capsize.
You pick the least seaworthy vessel,
I think, knowing it will never reach port.
You specialize in shortcircuitry –
in abnormal connections, forced voltage,
too much energy expended in too short a time.
You let the charge travel a path different
from the one intended…just to create sparks.
I’ve learned to be a spectator –
to have no vested interest in the destination,
nor in the inevitable explosions. There is an odd
comfort in the cyclical, of knowing I
couldn’t stop this no matter how hard I tried.