wildfire

im constantly on the edge of the extremes,
do i douse the fire, or run straight into it?
my fingertips have only ever been flammable or frozen,
i wonder what it’s like to simply feel the warmth
without getting burned.
i drink gasoline for breakfast
to greet the wildfire in my throat-
this fever in me will never let my mind be fully present
or let my body be at peace.

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