the burning jar
your words ignite
the tabletop
formica and i wonder why i've given
so much for this spotlit hell--hell
could have stayed home and watched it on television
i could have watched
you
watching me watching you
burning alive inside
the television screen jar
i could have watched
your arms your legs engulfed
your hair on fire lapping at your shirt
sleeves burning your short shirt sleeves
and i could have
laughed as the flames rose
higher killing everything
everything i know you to be
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