May 29, 2011

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    Fire.

     Yes?

    Fire.

     So?

    Fire.

     And?

    Inside me.

     Easy--extinguish it.

    I don't wear belts, carry change,

    and I take off my shoes.

    I can't take off the fire

    that sets off the alarm.

     So take off something else.

    It answers questions.

    It asks new ones.

    It alerts security.

    Me? Fire?

     Liar.

    It's untouchable.

    It's unseeable.

    It's unspeakable.

    It's unimaginable.

    Never silent

    Fire

    like gluttony of the body

    is a sin of the mind.

     And?

    When I find the arsonist,

    I will kiss him,

    thank him,

    show him how hot fire has made me,

    then eat him and let him burn.

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