Spontaneous Human Combustion: “Girl, Kissing, Bursts into Flame”
It happened to me. I was there. Out
past the factory, where
whole pleasure could be pried
open with an impulse and a wrench. The strange
cowboy of him, chains
and leather and mascara.
I was a keychain, some patchy fog.
The noise of the neural system seemed
to be coming from the stars.
Oh, the wren brought those kisses down from heaven.
A screech owl brought them up from hell.
O earth, wind, water, this
is a simile not satisfied by fire —
Still, if he’d doused me in kerosene that night
I could not have burned better or brighter.
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