are things so awful

the fireflies glitter too early

flame hem horizon

isn’t that            sew

we have the couch weft of sweat

for watching vampire-TV and melting out

            what short life we are given

            and unraveling anemic skeins

            of disappointment

i am

without a seat

sitting down always

three fireflies like embers curse my way            tonight

and fly fruitlessly            on

you didn’t tell me

            why today must

            how did these things

            who is to blame for

three tears like coolant salting over Fahrenheit