Steam lifts out of the bucket
when you stem the spark.
It reminds you of a friend, their glow.
We’re catching firework
and the exploded limbs in the eye.
Dent the sky. Star’s aren’t important.
Learn the loss of night,
how it stays as long as it can.
Grab the boys, feed them salad
all evening. Dark tricked them
into eating chocolate wrapper still on.
Forget the time for how weighty
it moves into our body,
lays us out like roses.
Wonder how many people read tear
as tear, when you mean tear.
I tell you this is how books can die.
Listen to the reverse HEY of the friends
leaving. Know the train home tomorrow.
Wish Houdini was still around to inspire
doorways to cut into the air and lead
you anywhere. Pick up
the rusty-burnt metal with a magnet
in the morning. Count every heart,
the beats that are listened to,
hold the ones that aren’t.
Say the word love, know it’s a stone
you could imprint on the sun.
Antosh! Your writing is so beautiful!