one of our houses

the sound of water
everywhere
one of our houses
will burn
and the smoke
be on everything
ghostly opaque
on pictures of women
going into fields
black and the
windows blown out
on cemetery & flowers
outside
handing burnt remnants out
the window into
rain
my face burnt from
it
my legs raw

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