What’s in a Hurricane Name?
She was a Category 666 hurricane.
Not the kind that meteorologists named,
But she blew through me
in the season between June and November.
A storm with a sharp eye,
They couldn’t have named her if they tried
Because she was everywhere
And nowhere.
Wrecking homes, leaving debris
under my skin, pieces of sharp rock
that chipped off her stone heart
The doctors said couldn’t be
Removed. So I just hoarded
cans of soup in my pantry
Let the power go off in my head
And surrendered to the wind of her voice in my ear.
When December came, my liquid snow
melted inside her and I knew
Thunderstorms were coming
And we named them after her mother’s mother’s mother’s mother.
