9-11-01
some mornings your hair is on fire,
exactly the way you want it
when you wake up. & you don’t shower
& smell of Philadelphia on fire. Exactly
who are you? ‘My god it’s beautiful. Out
here, it feels good until you feel guilty.
& if you’re lucky’, you understand. Guilt
is someone else’s idea. & you get the love
of fire again.
Issue #2