May 27, 2016

As I send myself off

From tombstone to tombstone,

I can only see your face

Somewhere in between.

Flowering like you forgot something,

Quickly and unashamed.


I’m sorry

I have no fix

For feelings that

Float on our minds

Like gasoline,

Ready to ignite at any

Sneeze of fire.


But honestly,

You probably sneeze beautifully.