shrove tuesday poem
for e tonight i throw on the fire all the misgivings/mishaps/mistakes rattling around behind me the ones that keep me awake clanging indictments of everything i might be. they go up in smoke ashes flying embers on the breeze but i am left with burnt breath and lungs bursting with doubt. i remember an old science lesson: energy never disappears it is only transformed. nothing leaves us, really, not the love or the tragedy. it’s all under my fingernails, dark ash. what do you want to disappear into the flames tonight? what suffering would you ignite? what if it helped make rich dirt, soil to grow a bounty you could cradle in the crook of your arm, something bursting with possibility? burn it down i say, i have the lighter fluid ready, but don’t forget where all this incineration is leading: the death of death, life furiously fighting its way through the cracks in the earth.
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