Flames hiss and spit.
Cinders roar
in my slipstream.
My immolation
is my own fault, say
the powers that be.
If I had been wiser,
more circumspect, born
in another century…
I have only myself
to blame if my nights
crackle the screams
of stuck horses.
Two melted eyes,
my headlights weep
testimony. I hesitate
to replace them.
It was like this.
Devon Balwit‘s latest collection is “A Brief Way to Identify a Body,” (Ursus Americanus Press). Her individual poems can be found here as well as in journals such as The Cincinnati Review, apt, Posit, Cultural Weekly, Triggerfish, Fifth Wednesday, The Free State Review, Rattle, Rat’s Ass Review, etc.
Photograph of Paradise, Calif. by the California National Guard.
