I said this
then I forgot what it meant in the haze
of lost remembrances and words skewed catty-cornered
from the way they should have read
In my myopic misanthropic misalignment of the margins I
let slide the focus and the letters I was
sending in my head slid
off the page
burnt down to ash
and then to ash and then to
ashes as they scattered but the fragments
of the bones, they stayed behind
too hot to touch, still a spark
I said
I think I’ll leave you here
to start a fire.