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Let the wildfires draw us a photograph

tracing the lines around my mouth

with hands still overflowing,

forever travel south

wade into my darkness,

through the eyes of the fly on the wall

hold your breath until you see my stars

waiting for the fall

we don’t need to get away

inconceivable to even try,

that Pacific Coast spinal tap

a place where Eagles never fly

singe the hairs on my neck

light the spark to fill your urn.

watch my smoke drown you,

love how our stomachs yearn