We built ourselves within the fire:
Twiggy legs uproot the scalp.
Kerosene soaked veins.
Tinderbox heart.
The rules of the waterproof children
Amuse those who simmer.
The blouses they tuck within
Their unforgivable pride.
I calmly palm the cheek
Which once burned him in five directions.
If he were as awake as his flames,
He would know as much as yesterday.
