A lot to do with fire,,,,

draped around my neck,

like your hair,

like a necklace,

like a sunburn

A towering inferno.

Strings like a violin,

striking a chord,

a vein, so loud

so taught

and so violent.

On it’s side,

so far away from the sky,

far away from up,

furthest from up, actually.

Where the ladder belongs, actually.

On it’s side

On my side

belabored , bewildered,

afraid of heights, actually,

playing dead, actually.