Orange-Blue sky
explosions in my eyes.
tears run
and i
am not
crying.
This is beautiful
how i wish you
were here
—i don’t even know
who i
am writing this to.—
like fire
like lava
running, spreading
the sky
will
burn.
this is beautiful
my god, the
warm comfort hug of
old woman to child
warm comfort
girl to boy smile
like the “end of August nights”
the sky will burn
and my god,
it will be beautiful.
