flame structure

flame structure



we were strangers then
we will be strangers
again and soon too

the summer is long over
we, blind, red-eyed cicadas
were foolishly trusting in
nonexistent and strident
immortality and now
i'll just feel a speck of dust
in my pearl-free oyster guts

it will be like it
was before but we
will have more sadness
jingling in our pockets.