~in 1979 a fire burned everything we owned. we saved my mom's poetry, my sister saved the Jello and my brother and I were run out by firemen because we kept entering the burning apartment trying to save shyt.~
I’ve never been afraid of fire.
I've never gazed into its flames mesmerized
by it’s movement. I have a respect for it
a loving respect. I understand its purpose
be it to purify or destroy. The way it breathes
and grows consuming everything
within it’s path it reminds me of some people.
I have only met one fire I didn’t appreciate.
Not because you weren’t beautiful,
But what you were consuming
was the empire I built.
In 1979 you had no idea
the challenge I posed to my parents,
me this obstinate child
so intelligent I used it against them.
Later they will appreciate my ingenuity,
not so much.