Monday, June 21, 2010

St. Aloysius Gonzaga (patron of young students)

I have come to terms

with fire--

with the way it’s always

licking the back

of my mother’s hand

like a cat, like something

to take home with you.

she always smells

destruction in the air.

I even mistake

my nosebleeds

for the smell

of this building

crumbling under flames.

in my life,

there will always be

something smoldering.

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