we who come home in tears
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