i remember the fire of late late adolescence like it was yesterday. the neophyte clinician who can't resist playing therapist with all her friends. the daughter still e-merged in the pleasing river (now swimming for shore). the partner in a costume of heroics. but now some are blind. the ashes all fall(en) down and the white picket boundary(or maybe its pink)i've built in its place. the mental mud they're still mucking in still sticking to my boots.
yum, yum.