sun glowing through my eyelids
weiland's ghost
going on about his 'someday girl'
saturday's ghost
floating quietly in a vernal pool
a bit of earth in her iris
i'm on my pyre
staring up into the tumultuous heavens
but all i can see
are hibiscus petals
i see fire engines
and hemoglobin and
strawberries
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