For all that it was at its worst
And all that it wasn’t at its best
The memory of us is a flame smouldering
In the aftermath of a monsoon
A flickering spark waiting
For a new moon,
A mourning sun,
And a soul to ignite
The fire of my next big blaze.
“KINDLING” BY JEZZY WOLFE
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
“MAD GIRL’S LOVE SONG” BY SYLVIA PLATH