She was the Bomb
And she knew it
She was the bomb
Ready to go off at any moment

She was nuclear
She was radioactive
You get near her
You felt the heat

She was a global threat
Defenses set at maximum
Red alert they would say
When she walked into the room

I was her friend
Just her friend, shut up
She glowed way too much
To be anything else

And she was destructive
In a kind of really cool way
Like energy all pent up
Like a force of nature

Michael Krasowitz creates his poems like his paintings...spontaneously and filled with remorseful anxiety. He has been working relentlessly on reducing the anxiety aspect of his creative process.