Little Fires from little fires by miscellaneous owl

Little fires burn uncontrollably
Do you find that you need them?
Do you find that you want them?

Out in the garden where my grandparents once fought back the desert
With their roses and their plums
My aunt shows me the concrete that she's painted
In the colors of a garden
Wonders why my father never comes

She cut down those trees long ago
All those plums were obligations
Piling up like snow

Open the door and the smell is overwhelming
The cat is somewhere hiding
Probably underneath the couch

In the living room, I'm looking at a box
Full of coupons and old photos
Cat piss soaks into my socks

I love you
I love you but I'm frightened
I wish that I were stronger
I'm scared to watch you die
Scared of saying goodbye

Once upon a time, she held me in the garden
Held me up to see the roses
Taught me all their names

I wish I were a plum tree
The endless sustainer
Filled with fruits and flowers
Limbs breaking with the weight of my love

All the things I want to say
Plums burying the garden
Like the last days of Pompeii

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