Live Wire 


Too human to hide,
even from myself,
so I wear it like napalm
with a short fuse
burnt to hell.

Too feral to comply,
even with myself—
can’t offer peace,
there’s only war on tap,
two-hundred-proof flashbacks
maul you like a grizzly 
once they hit the bloodstream.

This isn’t memory.
It’s muscle,
and it remembers how to kill.