new_year's_eve_fireworks
raze strip sight from sound,
and what you're left with
is the coughing
of a lapsed calendar
as its thin pages
go up in flames.

we used to watch
the world explode
from the top floor
of the building she worked in,
when my height
was the only weapon
i had to wield.

i burned it to the ground
with the best of intentions.

something catches in my throat
through the thin gauze
of melted snow.

it sounds like falling feels.
221231
what's it to you?
who go
blather
from