Flameless Burn
Smoke. Fire. Memory.
Tracy K. Smith
The Body's Question
I crumple paper to encourage the flame,The two temporal modes, a present failing to ignite and a past of toasty warmness, resolve themselves into a perpetual potential.
And for a brief moment everything is lit.
But the logs haven't caught,
Just seem to smolder and shrink
As the heat works its way to their center.
Getting to what I want
Will be slow going and mostly smoke.
[…]
Years ago during a storm [….]
While you added kindling to the fire […]
We sat in that room until the wood was spent.
We never left the room.
The wood was never spent.
"Joy"
And so for day 1592
23.04.2011
