She played her life
like a four-year-old might play a drum set.
No rhyme or reason to it, really.
Mostly just cymbal crashes.
every so often,
and with no warning whatsoever,
she’d light that whole goddamned drum set on fire.
Just sit there and
watch it burn
until somebody came and
put it out for her.
I try not to think too much about
what’s gonna happen when
Somebody finally stops
putting out her fires.