i'll enclose the world
in little wooden boxes
then i'll celebrate
and wet my lips with
grapes and citrus
the way the romans do

when everything's safe again
i'll relive those lost days
never lived before
light the candle
and taste the flame.

(the afterimage-pixiespirit still lingers
after the flame is blown
out.)

yes
celebrate
and
write
many
short poems
again
take in
many long sunsets
and think nothing of
living
more.