I can never stop wondering how to play with fire.
I am still learning to, when I return, write those words, learn the language of my lover’s land –
I can never stop wondering how to play with fire,
I am thinking of a body, first, say you left while I was learning my first words, forming my first world. The word for world is daughter. I mean it. I mean she is absent. I mean I can never stop wondering how to play with fire, talk with god I am okay I am well I am fine I am good, more precisely a planet, a possibility, imagination or absence, abounding woman with an alphabet too broken to pronounce