Snap, Crackle, Pop.

palm-tree-firework-sarah-klessig

I’d be more spotaneous
Were I less afraid
Of combusting

People look so
Pretty
When they explode.

Ironic fireworks on
Independence day.
Flashing lights of our
Freedom
In a crude, homemade cage.

I didn’t snap.

I popped. And crackled.

And fell apart in a slow, sweet way
Like small animals
Drowning in the gutter.

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