A boy once told me that most women were a handgun

Or a grenade’s worth of crazy

A few casualties

Some shrapnel

Scars and PTSD

In the right light and with some timing a good story

Small enough to be concealed

In a carryon or for the first few years of marriage

A comfortable amount of baggage for boys

To test their resilience, their strength and aim

But I was an Atomic bomb

Billowing up and boiling out over the landscape

No living or dead thing was safe

Now I don’t know much about the bomb

And I was too shocked at the comparison to speak

But I remember being told that a scientist killed him self

Because he propped open his nuclear experiment with a 99cent

Screwdriver

And it slipped

I do know that creation and destruction go hand in hand

And if I could split and atom

Or create enough energy to raze a city

This atomic heart of mine could power all the lights in this city

You’d have to burry me for millennia before I my love would decay

Maybe it’s the 99cent screwdriver

You are using to force me open

That is putting you in harms way

Or maybe it’s my love being used as a weapon in the first place