For Kiefer. Fireworks are one of the most beautiful things I've imagined tiny human bodies exploding pushed forward into love and air where they're forgotten. Their bones burned off white into blue and hearts beating too hard. you heard them explode. each explosion adding to hearts, dilligent hearts, with mine away from your patterned skies. I'd imagine knees to buckle and your eyes to close and your mouth to spread and press to hard against your teeth. (i spit numbers and literary angst) I'd miss you fitfully. I'd rather see you torn. I've seen egos corrode and people turn into you and I couldn't imagine them, or you taking rings off my fingers, leaving my hands naked and your serrated palms cutting into-- into like dying. falling from mouths, hot with teenage lust, you imagine yourself breathing, willing and older. you imagine me as words (i am your fickle thought. the one you wont keep) I write and write about you, fake with inspiration.