flammable

sometimes honest words slip and burn the veil between this life and the other(s)

and I am singed for days

dazed

in the quiet

the truth smokes us out of that in-between and leaves us hesitant

hazy

most days we don’t realize how close the flame is

so when we get warm

it’s always a surprise

that this could have been

that there is no way of knowing

how much smolders

how much exists between the between

gasoline soaked with wanting

ready to catch fire

with truth we barely whisper

we wash the walls of our homes

of our hearts

dampen them

to save them

forgetting the soot on our feet

smudging

I could use a smudging

smoke for smoke

belief clinging

relentless and flammable