Thursday, January 12, 2017

2015 Butte Fire legacy
by Pru Starr

my jeweler friend no longer works
a blobmelt inventory breaks her heart
incomprehensible to those who weren’t evacuated

transform an ugly story twenty minutes before the house burns down
only rubble survives its raw beauty

cherry-pick my jewelry box when my brain says
“I’m coming back”
who wears melted gold around her neck when its clasp no longer opens?

what does the new back look like

how does a dish cope in a new shape
will the teacup hang without its  handle

rusty hacksaw suspends in burnt wood
where is the bed when only its twisted box springs remain?

remember heat snap shards in gray ash dirt
water turns to mud where there was once a garden

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