There’s no dry cleaning because I’ve forgotten washing. It rained
last night, surely that’s enough. The rain splashed down, surely that will do it.
Category: Poetry
Poetry
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Epilogue
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World unmade
We remade torches into fireworks, so pretty, above.
Six dangling days of nuzzling commas, a string of ands and no
plug to light them. Just this skin, laid gently on us. -
If we knew would be anything but damp
https://www.electric-pink.org/poetry/if-we-knew-would-we-be-anything-but-damp
We thought our world would flare. Not
burn. But water isn’t often where we need
it. We dreamed of flight/plucked fragile wings
from flying things. We punctured space and left our
Trash. From outside earth is too bright to look at. Is
that why we burned it? There’s nothing more
flammable than human ambition. We
torched little kids like they were
sparklers. If we knew would
we be anything but
damp? Sprinkle us
over the burning.
Soothe this
blistered
world
