u ever seen a wilder fire? i
guessed she would blow us where the wind’ll go
on watch duty she’s like this little i-
con, con man’s ruse, rules: irreplaceables
go first then water tampons shelters up
at cuyamaca, never heard of it
is golden hour how her flames erupt
u say she’s arson, homeless men or shit-
storm rains, she balks at beauty, lights the NITE
OWL dive bar, f*ck im out of cellphone bars
and barring our alarms or firefight–
ers’ cars or all us blind men seeing stars:
if borders burn then poems are her smoke
and smoke means fire, so i just misspoke