Phoenix

The lit match arcs over the blighted carpet before landing gymnast-style on polyester. In the breath before the whole thing goes up, I somehow smell cedar, gasoline, my life before you. I jump on the motel bed to stomp out the flames.

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      1. Mmm or a roast dinner to a cold afternoon at my parents. Oh, we could go on forever!

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