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Heat

I’m dreaming of a bellyful of fire, I’ve been dead for so long. Smoke on the horizon, but no smolder in my soul. She walks with matches.

Bike

I rode my bike the other day. First time in ten years. Childhood howitzer,   flying down a hill,     arms flung wide.       Glowing eyes,         flaming fingertips,           head back,...

Maw

In confession, fathers speak in tongues, mothers weep holy water. Sons are kindling, to feed the great machine.

The Girl With Dark Glasses

She was no longer alone. For the moment. Roused by rain trickling between breasts. Smokey tresses, anguished eyes, invention of constant Baptism.

Rain Down

On the seventh day the fire wasn’t easy. Sargasso Sea crashed and burned. Eve and Adam at the Pillars of Hercules, nibbling canned dolphin.