matchstick
lights lips ablaze
static
electricity our friend until it’s not
some
people rot in hell, other people rot in heaven
laid
back, fearing nothing
fights
break out even before the barbecue runs out
I
never slighted you; I just forgot to continue to pay attention
we
could stop pretending and cross the borderline into a new country
harps
blown through the blood of strained fruit and illegitimate seventh sons
football
players pay the price for loving the gridiron by losing consciousness
femme
fatale girl next door mailroom maelstrom milk maid
these
words are our words and we share them like blind super heroes
dreams
of villages burning plague my anguished Passover cries for freedom
Charles Cicirella
5/2/19
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