I wonder which kindling
you chose to start the fire
to burn her down to ash.
Was it bay leaves brought
into flame? Destroy the
laurel that crowns those
against you. Or did you
decide to torch the field
maple? Burn the seed
before it has the chance
to become more than
itself. Perhaps it was
the pistachio? That
tiny pocket, popping
in the heat, mistaken
for fireworks from
a distance.
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