For the pale dudes who confront the wind
and try to push it back into its bottle,
and for tall girls with their datebooks
who can organize their dressers
but feel acid scorch their throats whenever
someone says the not-so-magic words
because disorder haunts them still--

For all the paralegal types
who had to rearrange their futures
for the kids,
and for the dryer locked in layaway--

I will keep the fire going.