us and the kiln

unconstruct the lack of gaps between uslet there be a moment of uncertainty to breathe and let our feelings solidify.

hot in the throes of life i ran too hard; living for me is something new and fiery

i got it from you, damn it. now you laugh and gather odds and ends around the fireplace letting it burn and take us in the process.

i’d rather be fire-tried and shiny than lounging like the muck of clay we were, easily pushed into tight spaces

left waiting for the next sculptor to be inspired.