Blood and Smoke
I dreamt of static on the television
Burning newspapers
Cold hands gripping warm steel.
I felt the wet heat of the ending
soaking into the soles of my boots.
All I could think about was kickball-
Kissing Susie by the monkey bars,
for the first time.
Falling in love with the Stars,
and their gravity. Their mystery.
But then that same pull had a hold on me.
I was bent down, on one knee.
Bleeding out.
Watching the World become the Sun.
Knowing there was no mystery.
Not here.
I knew exactly how this happened.
How it would end.
I lit a half-charred cigarette.
Sucked hard on the filter,
taking in the smoke
Accepting I'd become a part of it.
-James Kelley 2018
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