a fifth for the fourth

she shows me her scar
from the last fourth of july.
her thigh,
the worm of an old burn
crawling
on her skin.
a roman candle, she says,
it tipped and fell
off the table,
upon my leg.
drinking was involved
i ask.
to which she nods
and smiles and says
of course, and
I hope that this year,
we can do more.