Man on bus

The man caught fire a few minutes after I got on.

His breast surged forward and the purse of his chin stretched from left to right.

Tomorrow the man who caught on fire will have saber teeth and a miracle nose. His cap will be weighted and his bite will be loud. 

In an Olympic effort a small girl emerges from under the man 

She whispers in his ear

Words we will not know

The man extinguishes himself in a matter of martyrdom.

some human aroma of extinguished life and scurrying death feeds the pandemic of her seizing body 

She too is on fire

She too is dying on the moon

A wonder among infants 

Take issue with scar tissue


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