Monday, July 5, 2010

St. Anthony Maria Zaccaria

after all the fireworks burned

down to their ashy cores,

I pulled at the draped stars

of our chandelier

until the crystals

pooled at my feet.

I sliced open the plush

belly of our sofa

with those silver shears.

the clouds ballooned out

with heaving breaths

as if this is

what it felt like

to be reborn.

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