Pre-Apocalyptic

Old photos blink. We catch firefly wings in our teeth, share clothes

until our faces average into each other. We don’t have enough flashlights

to stave off hunger, so we burn them instead.     An orbit collapses.

When you said bonfire I imagined something much larger, more irreverent.

Now we thrust our clothes into the flames, which could always hurt us

if they tried.…

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