Ablaze

Slowly unreeling highways and
Interstates from the palm of my
Hand, I gather silver coins for
Collect calls to your vending
Machine heart but the receiver
Is too muddled, too fuzzy, I am
Not fireproof —

little sparks igniting in my cigarette
ribs:

breathing underwater, always,

I am unfamiliar with arson but the
Bed is always burning when I
Unravel, my pockets jingle with
Silver coins and I hide
From reckless impulses —

i never liked the smell of flaming
bridges and matchstick lies:

smoke trails from my fingertips,

always