I am aware that this world has
so many people, each with their
own faces and names, their
own preferences and interests,
dislikes and secrets, complexities
and nuances. And how one person
can stay comfortably in your orbit
for years on end, never fading
and never blinking, and you swear
it's the best thing that has ever
happened to you, until one fateful day...
something changes, and you aren't
really sure if this change is the
first time, or if it's just the first time
you are noticing. But something
changes, and you know it, and
perhaps others don't yet know it,
but you know it well enough. It's
subtle, it's tiny, and it's an unexpected
shift that makes standing difficult.
YOU ARE READING
THE ARSONIST
Poetry"You set my world on fire, but at what cost?" In THE ARSONIST, this prose-poetry chapbook explores third degree burns, stone faced lovers, and learning to love the blackened trees. New poems released every Thursday at 9PM MST/11PM EST.
