Bolt

I am blue or the idea of it.
Like the bye bye blue Disney paints buildings invisible.
Or maybe I'm a robin's egg centered in the forehead.
I burst forth from my father like
lightning. Athena birthed alive. Did she love her
father? Was it a blooded affair or more like a splitting
headache do you think?
I have a man who loves me.
Virginia is for lovers and this long distance affair
makes me miserable. He breaks words on the phone
and my heart. Everyone standing in the hallway waiting
for a work bell to ring is in the backseat audience to passion.
While I am wooing through the staticky public phone.
Really isn't it just in my head? I'm happier when I am reading
romance as a story. Boy meets girl, loses girl, gets girl back.
Happily ever after. It's not a puzzle like living life.
The truth is I am slipping up here. Not as fast at Jeopardy anymore.
The answers elude me. Usain if only your wings could attach my thoughts.
Like butterflies, messengers of the dead, does love fly out your thoughts? Or do
words remain enough? I cannot touch or feel. The sun sets and rises
sets and rises again. Athena hangs in the breach between one thought and another.
Or at the slaughterhouse running through a maze.
At the end it's just a bolt between the eyes. No thunder.