Anticipating What My Children Will Do
My children will take a match and throw it into this mess and laugh.
As everything goes up into a giant bonfire.
The couches, the rugs, the pillows, my paintings.
I can visualize it, and I do not blame them.
I would do this too if I had to face cleaning out this mess.
I feel grateful that I will be long gone when it happens.
At least five days gone, I wager.
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