things,
stacking them in a pyramid
in the grill,
spilling
lighter fluid
on the whole pile,
tossing in some
charcoal
for good measure.
i like the crackle
of paper
and photos.
the crunching and
cowering
of memories
going up in smoke.
the blue licks of flame,
some green,
some orange.
crimson music, taking
it all away
like it never happened.
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