A backwards glance we both know’s aflame?
The way a poem feels when you’ve dog-eared its pages?
The anthropological spin on fire.
I hope to be half this dream one day.
Half an ear, listening.
A bullet lodged in love’s pale chest.
Tom Snarsky lives in Chelsea, Massachusetts among stacks of books and ungraded papers with his fiançée Kristi and their two cats, Niles and Daphne. He is on Twitter @TomSnarsky and he is the author of Threshold, a chapbook of poems available from Another New Calligraphy.