Poem
All Kinds of Fires Inside Our Heads
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Nikki Wallschlaeger
The number of bodies i have
is equal to the number of
gurney transfers that are
televised.
If we’re all “just human”
then who is responsible?
A fire station drying out
from addiction. outside
the drizzling of firepower,
lowballing suns
it’s like a sauna in here.
the strain of a charred
bladder. bottled water
bad wiring,
that spark is no good
come sit with me for a
minute. my feet full of
diluted axe fluid
thought I heard you say
everything is medicine
but that’s just hearin
what you wanna hear
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