Like lightning, something that flashes
but no one remembers where it struck—
that fucker will burn If you can find
the right match. I’m trying to tell you
that none of this is right. We were
supposed to be happy and safe, but you
wanted the cold, and now I can’t save you
when they come looking for you. I didn’t know
the world could be like this. The raft that was supposed
to save you capsizes. The fire that keeps you
from freezing leaps to the curtains, the furniture.
I have one log left. I’m saving it for
that perfect morning. Toast straining for freedom.
Eggs that remember our names. Let me rub
your feet one more time and maybe I’ll
be able to walk away. Instead of walking
back into the burning building.
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