Monday, April 06, 2009

Ada's #6


You’re telling me about your cactus
and the orange tree and I’m three
thousand miles away, but not really.
You’re saying something about fires
in the licking wind, in your cringing skin,
and I’m so selfish. I think, get to the part
about me. The part that makes me
feel something, the part where I’m
on fire too, the part where you think
I’m three thousand miles away, but
actually I’m face up on your lawn
watching the cactus catch fire,
its punk-tough spines fighting
a losing battle against all that heat.

1 comment:

Bonbon Oiseau said...

holy crap. (this is my standard criticism for when something really gets me right here (points to chest/pounds on chest)))))))