on the morning my flesh house burned
the air was brisk and cool
the ground was alive and wriggling
and on the cracked asphalt beside the bus stop
the wind rippled the standing water
in the dirty yellow shell
of a plastic bottle cup
on the morning my flesh house burned
the air was brisk and cool
the ground was alive and wriggling
and on the cracked asphalt beside the bus stop
the wind rippled the standing water
in the dirty yellow shell
of a plastic bottle cup