Fire Sale

Fire Sale

i can’t watch

awkward moments

something to do

with the law of returns

or the rule of threes

or compartmentalization

at least so says

my therapist

an a la carte empath

once wrote

but the handrwriting

is pretty bad

so i think it’s

what we felt

anesthetized

with this

fire

we send up

pleas

& notes

to the

memories

the fragments

of biology

& historical detail

what if

you lived

with it

each twinge

recollections:

neglects,

high crimes,

& petty

words

like migraines

behind the eyes

released

into breath

to be reborn

as barbed wire

as subtle

as silk

tied

exquisitely by police

states attending

shrapnel of ice

penetrates

deep

in muscle memory

flexing

since everything

wants to be born

in decent times

everything wants

to die fulfilled

continuous as

breaths

of toxic air

carries the scent

of burnt offerings

to the founding

documents

as they are vandalized

in broad daylight

since white

people absorb the sun

resist reflection

in fragile winter

ecology

at the onset of interns

in sixties palettes

that refuse compliance

when we myst

admit diagnosis

i hear he’s got

kids now

who all stand

for destination

of chickens

even when we learn

to paint light

bend color

it’s ourselves

left

of the center

lane

on our way

to visit

before it all

burns down