Ericka Clay
I couldn’t be
brighter
if Nero dipped
me in wax
and lit me
in the green
of his garden,
a human torch
aglow,
hair and skin
and heart
melting and sparking
meant to snuff
me out,
but only
steering eyes
to the force
of my
fire.
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