A confession: I wrote this poem in 2012 and scheduled it to appear today back on February 8th. Enjoy!


A childish pleasure fills me this night,

Hands shaking with joy and nicotine

Other people’s children

Laugh and scream and cry

And I smile as I recall moments

We have never shared,

As I invent new ones

To be punctuated with

Flashes of



I pick a mortar out of the night sky

Watch it spiral heedlessly up

And give it to you

It is transient


It explodes



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