we hold hands and argue about the best way to put out a fire.

fight fire with fire.
    with water.      fist our hands with snow.      to fight.      to spill the contents of shopping sacks and corners of smiles to break harsh laughter onto slick dark pavement.   drop the book.   forget the page we've both been stuck eating for weeks. for lifetimes. of decades lost. to the sadness.

     we run wicked and wild.

           and fuck the world.


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