Burn for Now—
All these plans built
With dollars and curtains,
Chicken dinners and sensible cars,
Changing light bulbs, going to a job—
Burn.
The ghosts hidden in old photo
Albums, jewelry boxes, dishes
In your cupboard,
And that invisible future
Painted on the inside of your forehead—
Burn that, too.
Burn the whole house of yourself.
Stand still in the charred doorway
All that’s left of your proud life.
Rubble of all that didn’t work out.
Leave these smoldering ruins
Step forward.
Feel how light
When there’s nothing left to
Burn.
