Fireworks squash my list soon after I write it.
Neat lines cut cleanly through nightmares,
and I am giddy.
I walk barefoot over oil stains on my driveway.
I am going to the beach
with a book to read
about someone who is not like me.
She looks away from blooming evidence of burning lists.
She is careful.
She stands fearful on the precipice of her nightmares.
I am fearless,
and I am free to fall.
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