September Heat

I was driving down College

with the windows down.

The sky burned orange;

embers in a coffin. How can

selfishness smell so good?

Every summer the fires take

thousands of acres, smoke

floods the highway. We are

lacking air and I want to ask

if you let her tie you up but

you're so far away and getting

farther, like the disappearing

city line, spire upon spire

growing shorter; palm trees

are our churches here.