I'm the salamander's grandbaby Must be fire in my blood 'Cause everything I touch Just erupts into flames In every heart I visit I leave a little something Of myself -- a napalm bomb And I'm so burned by the shrapnel Of exploding hearts I can hardly remember what I look like -- -- Looked like And that's why I have to leave you I like you too much to love you If I loved you it would kill you Haven't I already caused you pain? Don't you already feel yourself smoldering? Damning, cursing, hating myself, I'll break your heart and mine Slowly Is it not better to die Quickly, cleanly From a gunshot Than to be doused in gasoline And lit by my match?
Fall 1993
Copyright 1997 by Jennifer Kohl. All rights reserved.