Your hands in mine should stop feeling
so much like a conflagration
as if the old birches clinging to the mountainside
after a drought, three months with
soap shavings & subway tracks in place of clouds,
dust settling in crevices between ticking afternoons
tossed a cigarette lighter, spilled the fuel &
watched it burn.

And a little bit about me: Hi! I’m Estella, a Seattleite who loves coffee, dancing, bookshops, and words (though not necessarily in that order). More of my work can be found at

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