Burn The House Down

Loneliness is the gift

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The man is ash.

The woman is ash.

The child is ash.

The man does not know, he is ash.

The woman is ash, does not even know.

The child has been ash. Always. Always he has been ash, ash he’s always been. A chance

he did not stand. Not one. Only could have ever been ash.

Understand why life is ash before it is paper.

One day you’ll be a little too cold.

So what you will do,

You will burn down the house,

Burn it.

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One day you will be cold, a little too cold, a little more than you’d like. One day you’ll be

a little too cold. You will burn down the house. The house, you will burn it down.

You will return years later. Years later, you will return to the house. You will return to the

house years

after you burnt it,

burnt it to the ground burnt the wood and the comforters and the rats you burnt the rats

the rats you burnt in the attic the attic of the house you burnt. The house you burnt down.

You burnt it.

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You burnt the whole thing, you did. Remember?

Return to the house years later, years after you had burnt it,

and tell me,

what remained,

what will remain,

what will remain?

Return to the house years later, the house you burnt down.

Return years later to the house you burnt down and tell me what will remain.

Tell me what remained,

the cocaine or commitment? The commitment? The cocaine?

Which of the two did you find in the house you burnt down that day you were cold?

Which of the two did you find in the house you burnt down, the house you returned to

years later?

Does your soul turn up as evidence?

How would evidence classify a soul?

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As cocaine not commitment, can’t be commitment, must be cocaine.

Go back.

Take another line,

get a little cold,

do it all over again.

Sorry woman, sorry child.

When you get a little cold, a child is born ash.

Understand why life is ash before it is paper.

Burn it down, return years later.

Return years later, after you burnt it down.

 

 

by Jo M Salvati // featuring art from by Jennifer Lauren  and  Mark Hutchinson

 

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Jo Salvati

<p>Jo is a New York based poet at Syracuse University. </p> <p>&#8220;don&#8217;t leave holes in your poetry you&#8217;ll drown.&#8221;</p>