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.… Read the rest