I SEE a FRUIT FLY
on the mirror –
summer is a shallow blanket
lifting into autumn.
The moon has lips
like a shimmering worm,
wet from the rain.
The accelerant-fire came from a lightning blast, / after death, in-between /
catching a breath. / The waters rose like a mountain / from a calming surface
and engulfed my home whole...
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