the restrained violence
we all carry within us
is considered a thematic
mark of my narratives.
just as the worst news
always comes from
the most gorgeous lips.
balancing a cigarette
on a Bic lighter,
I remember to be tall
but not imposing.
then I keep going,
with an acquired limp
from battling
a paper sandwich.
trying to hold back,
I succumbed to fire
and burnt the bricks
to my shoes.