On Fire with the Fire of Fire


Fire
can't
burn
itself.
Out
of
the
smoldering
ashes
of
his
calamity
comes
U.G.
Burning
embers
his
eyes
poke
holes
in
our
embarassment
at
being
not
someone
else.
If
only
we
were
better
more
comfortable
inside
our
skin
we
wouldn't
mind
(we think)
U.G.'s fiery
glance.
We
are
so
afraid
that
he
will
discover
how
little
we
are
and
we
try
so
hard
to
look
like
we
have
it
together
but
the
fire
has
already
consumed
us.
We're
only
smoke
forgetting
to
evaporate
because
we
hope
something
more
will
come.