It sounds like a jet engine.
the hiss of gas exploding into flame with the click of
a switch, I feel the heat on my face.
Burn, baby, burn
I hum to the weeds as they crumple under
my powerful torch
never to rise again.
my neighbor backs off fearfully
when I try to hand it over.
it takes a real woman to handle this thing,
that's me.
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