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yesterday I sparked
like paper takes to fire
my edges curled inwards
and frayed in anticipation of

a couple sitting quietly
on an outdoor patio in May
fidgeting with the heater and brooding their boredom

their martinis rang as loud as a clock tower
announcing the time to drop the act
to get wild and vacant

the yearning strikes
remembering the thrill
of playing with matches and hair spray
forgetting the danger of dawn striking its flame
where oil rises
and heat swells

pausing to reconsider
I eased past the funnel shaped glasses
hugged my anxiety with reassurance
not today

hindering the panic and excitement
cooling the flutter
the breeze held its breath
and I walked past



~ Tara Palov

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