RE: “You will finally know why storms are named after people.”I would perform story upon story for you if you felt the worn soles of my shoes the familiar way I wear yours. I would, if I knew you could hear. I will not ask you if you can hear me-- before sound is lost to the earth's atmosphere it rises to become energy the universe can translate into light-bulb revelation; I know you can hear me and I know you choose not to. Before you say I'll be a stage name to the next apocalypse and I call you a poor imitator, know that it took my parents two weeks of uninterrupted thought to conjure a name worthy of my sake. Storms make cameo appearances but I am cosmic energy, resonating in your stirrups for decades to come, even if you don't know it yet. See, rage you call Katrina, I call amnesty; trust that you call fickle, I call battle-ready. Name me a survivor and I'll write you an epic till their last breaths and then some; battles don't see the end of the night and if you saw the ends of my fingertips you would never run out of stories to read. I would show you every strain in the bulk of my muscles if I knew you were watching. I would listen for the beat of your spine if I knew your heart knows what it is to thaw-- if you called me a storm, I would write you a poem only to show you what aftershocks look like, how the soles of your feet hug the ground like fallen arches - like bridges that never saw the fire coming. ✱✱✱
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