When the curators x-ray you,
They'll be surprised to find another work below.
"Girl carrying gold," obscuring
An unnamed work of muddy tones,
Greys and blacks painted
with indifference and anger.
You were a time bomb, and I never heard the ticking.
(I should have watched more McGyver when I was with you.)
When you blew, it was so unexpected, and so beautiful.
The 6,000-degree perfection of super explosives
Used at the CDC in case of emergency
To wipe contaminated biohazard labs clean of all life.
Intricately-built collaborative cities
Long talks and cracking the door, then exchanging keys
Coffees and nicknames and frightening natural chemistry
Red-buttoned into the clear winter sky
Vaporized cleanly, and no hope of survivors.
Such crisp oranges and yellows.
Looking back
Your capacity for cruelty was impressive.
I'm still surprised at how good you were at it.
But then, even from the first day we met
I underestimated you.
Sorry about that.
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