i burn
a pile of clothes
in
a barrel.
pictures too.
love notes.
the things i treasured
go up
in smoke.
i fix myself a sandwich
and warm
my hands
against the flames.
i say nothing, think nothing.
i free
myself
from all.
i am the ashes floating up
into a blue sky.
i burn
a pile of clothes
in a barrel.
it's a start.
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so there really was a fire? Or simply a symbolic one. . .??
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