Show Poem: June 17, 2017 KC, MO @ recordBar w/ Lucy Dacus #poetry 

I wake to fire in my face
I douse my head in a bucket
Of cold water
And the fire immediately

Fire in my eyes
Fire in my mouth
Fire on the sides of my cheeks,
The water is not enough

Maybe this fire
Is one of those fires
That need to be fought
With fire?

Perhaps a scorched earth
Will offer new grasses and
new trees
New habitats for new lives
Birds and little rodents,
And new fires?

Or could it be
I like this fire,
Maybe, a little?

The way I look
Posing next to it
In the mirror,
Or in selfies on my phone?

Last night
I went to bed with fire
And this morning
I wake with fire
In my face

It is not me
Moving along the banister
Into the kitchen,
Kicking and screaming
It is not my fire,
But I know this fire
As much as
A fire can
Be known

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