The Blizzard

My mother says I’m a blizzard She also compared me to a volcano And a tornado She said my room was like a hurricane And that my closet was so messy I might have a few Cadavers lying around in there Anyway—the storms? I noticed they’re all Massive calamities Uncontrollable forces of nature They’re destructive Haunting— Almost beautiful I like that idea: Being dangerous and beautiful But I don’t know if that’s exactly what she meant.