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.