Kayleb Rae Candrilli
You don't even have to look to know this world smells of lava
and the ways in which we've burnt it. The argument against heat
is a scarecrow smoldering from the inside out. The fields
are locust wing–dry and there is little hope if you are listening
carefully to the wind. Most mornings, the day opens its mouth
to spit dust and half-hearted salutations. I do not blame the earth
for its general fatigue but rather embrace the lukewarm
air we walk through. I understand the cough that comes
after finishing a carton. The saddest thing about humans
and the earth is sometimes we smoke
when we don't want to.
Sometimes we let it all in.