Adam Mish

feeds the fire

the screen door
never
fully closed
and the
bugs come in

and it's been a while since
this fire has burned so low
so blue so concentrated so
nearly out and yet radiating
the hottest heat   heat
from the very core heat that
is omniscient heat from sliced
atoms heat without judgment

and besides
I don't really
mind the bugs and
the breeze
feeds the fire

all poems

Have a thought on this, or want to get in touch? Email mail@adammi.sh.