i am on fire.
and I’ve decided to be very calm about it
after all, burning is one way to go—
i hold you in the space of other worlds
a radio signal going on and on
love falls around us
the unruly embers of a windblown campfire
when you say no
i fall down this long dark well
a discarded instrument with strings still gently vibrating
but i too mean what i say
and what i say is that life is rushing by us so fast
so fast that we are already dead.
and since we are already dead
that we don’t have to feel like it’s a risk
to burn in the light
it wasn’t just that one time
it was every time
it was that and no other
it was buzz and snap,
crackle, fly, fall.
afterward turning inward
itself. grasping. broken