that night
in the eyes of my country I was waiting with bottle rockets
I am one of those people with illegal Indiana fireworks
who have darkened and dirtied with bang snaps and sparkler swords
America I was waiting for the new moon
that to at least an empty cicada shell
one man unlit lightning bugs
I am a threat I ignite the summer sky
I wonder if when hot air hits heavy breath
he knows I’m beautiful and dangerous