Extinguisher, TX
rain looks likely which out here means we should burn things that are piling up the mailbox the fruit stand the swan boat the stocks... I get home and you’re bored, so I’m scared you’re the best thing I’ve got going I’m throwing that in as well. our fire almost hits the tree sparks threaten to crawl like termites towards our house towards me and all this wood towards you and wherever you are in there. I should've had you ready. but the rain comes as expected it allows the fire to process without consuming itself or so it assumes as the fire assumes it can quit when it wants so more and more is just thrown in like us— a getting through shit machine a knot through which the accelerant is love




mmhmm! A “getting through shit machine”. thank you for that one.
Lump in my throat type poem. Love it.