Kristine Brown
Burn
Metal kisses sheets,
trees in bland bereavement.
dyed in time,
December's end.
In a way,
I understand.
when they speak of fatigued workers,
factories sullied
by melted need
and desire in frost.
utility issues its final breath.
fingers, limp with hangnails.
their scorn that burns the note,
evictions in starved scarlet.
Take the jar,
a candle or two,
and every glass bead, a charm of the past.
somehow, you make it work,
always, they say "well done."
But here, you hold the candle.
a tremor and quiver, cuts alongside
your spine barely taut,
tired stitches.
Screaming,
"Why acquiesce to massacres
and sacrilege?"
And with a jump, a drop of wax,
you shrug.
"Why not?"
The flight ignited.
trees in bland bereavement.
dyed in time,
December's end.
In a way,
I understand.
when they speak of fatigued workers,
factories sullied
by melted need
and desire in frost.
utility issues its final breath.
fingers, limp with hangnails.
their scorn that burns the note,
evictions in starved scarlet.
Take the jar,
a candle or two,
and every glass bead, a charm of the past.
somehow, you make it work,
always, they say "well done."
But here, you hold the candle.
a tremor and quiver, cuts alongside
your spine barely taut,
tired stitches.
Screaming,
"Why acquiesce to massacres
and sacrilege?"
And with a jump, a drop of wax,
you shrug.
"Why not?"
The flight ignited.
Biography
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On the weekends, Kristine Brown frequently wanders through historic neighborhoods, saying "Hello" to most any cat she encounters. Some of these cats are found on her blog, Crumpled Paper Cranes (https://crumpledpapercranes.com). Her creative work can be found in Hobart, OCCULUM, Burning House Press, The Pangolin Review, Sea Foam Mag, Philosophical Idiot, among others, and a collection of flash prose and poetry, Scraped Knees, was released in 2017 by Ugly Sapling.
Twitter: @dandyflight |
