the fire creeps up &
catches the hem of
everything I wear.
I made a skirt
out of photo negatives.
hold it up to the light
and see what you’ve
been missing.
they’ll melt
so quickly.
all those canoe trips,
sagging birthday cakes,
and all those bow-legged
first-days-of-school.
to put out the flames,
I can walk into the lake
heart first.
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