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2002-03-16 - 9:43 p.m.

the burning recliner
he is solid and brave
until the end
he crackles but he doesn�t scream
dripping his polyester guts
all over the unmarked grave
somehow
even your toxic fumes
are comforting
and i think of all the fires
that ever perfumed my jeans
eyes across flames
when i was only fourteen
warm our shivering evening bones
color our marrow
cremate our fear
reduce it to certainty.

baah