pyro desire

I slurp up every little bit of these last days

For a change, not biding my time, not champing at the bit to go



A nice reprieve from my usual haste to exist in the future and burn

the greasy remains of one more life of gasoline and kindling

I’m being pulled around into corners—my life whispering look at this! in the dark

The world, she has opened up her mouth and swallowed me whole

or is that I have fallen into the deep ravine of her heart?

No matter

Today is the end of all my endings and Yesterday I prepared for the sweet light of tomorrow

Begin now! I hear
And do not forsake the tender bird in the palm of your hand for a world of imaginary vultures

Today I loved Maya’s poem and flossing.