I light a flame in protest Waxy comfort, my rebottle to this credentialed crisis --Wildfires slither up to my terrain And me, The fire caught me years ago I look out to choked sky My disposable golden rod environment finally surrenders and declares--"yes, me too." I whisper back under smoky breath--"it's about time." Blinking away ember tears... I'm still blinking them down blue cheeks. My face has been striped wet for so long I'm pigmented in bubbled weariness Underneath my epidermis I block each volcanic bolo punch, loving masochistic movement My lush goodness taps out to Core's tectonic intensity My earthy green Covered with licking ***** lava My maroon sadness seeps through Every ******* time My tears blamed on the Tetons