11-29-2008; 3:57PM
Inside change
makes the jet-engine
sound in the burning
wood. The sap
foams from the ends
bubbling before
the heat's wind
tells me the outside
has changed.
He's confident—
a steady burn—
the air goes
out of me as
wood becomes
fuel for comfort.
I am tired, bubbleless,
Chamomile Saturday.