finally,
it got cold like a twilight moon
and while my bones shivered
and while my knees quaked,
the fire began to burn
i felt an ache
swimming through my chest
and my sage told me to think
instead of walking barefoot in the arctic
so i woke up from his frozen embrace
and opened the curtains and put on my sneakers
the fire roared as i borne a new bloom
i ran outside i ran until i felt my entire body
start to implode like helen on sunday morning
i reached the sun
without drowning
without killing my wings
i am a flower on march 21st
and i am the sun on june 21st
i don't need dead arms
or a cold, splintering kiss
