I just looked at the fire pit all full and overflowing
with ribbon-fire a bit like the beer can I think I'm holding
thinking about burning oxygen not kindle running my hand
through to feel but too fast to know what it might be like
without burning alive or maiming to the point of uselessness that I
couldn't sense with a lack of nerve endings in my puddle of
finger tips deconstructed into money I gave the bartender for
remembering my name until the wolf whistled in the closed night
that I recognized and dilated down to now