So now fire is a season.
We anticipate the burning-
clear the brush and broken twigs
One hundred foot clearance
to keep our homes safe from ruin.
And there’s the curious practice of backburning:
Set a fire to stop a fire.
Do the damage yourself
to control what gets destroyed.
So when I evacuate myself
from every conversation that shows promise,
when I admonish “don’t send that text
don’t make that joke
just chill out a little bit, you idiot”
and then I do it anyway
it is, in a way, a form of control
to keep the charred remnants of my heart
from burning all the way to ash