A heavy lower jaw
and a burning heart has convinced
you you’re a dragon
Free to lift up my roof
a hundred feet and light it into
a bright red cloud
From which soot,
black as intent,
falls with a little bit of abandon and a little
bit of indecision.
The floor is revolting like
the sky—they have each other
why need I be sorry?
When you moved me you really
knocked me
off these blades of coal
about to premiere
a swift combustion
edited for frailties,
hidden, witless, forgotten.
This room without a roof
would never call to the sea
and ask to be drowned
to be buried and gone.
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