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