Things I just wrote down in 2003 while confining myself to the basement in my sister’s room. Away from all the chaos. Her room was bigger. I burned some small white candles. I liked burning things and watching fire in general. Fascinating.
I burned my nail today on a candle’s fire
brother on Sunday told me to
wear jewelry so father would
say that I look nice
they look like stars
little beacons of light
flags waving in the air
blades of grass swayed by the breeze
…My First Million…mint should only be eaten
is it the fire pushing them away so violently
or is it the new undercurrent of melted wax?
now they truly look like flags waving barely
above the surface of their own personal lakes.