Tire Fire by Amye Archer

I didn’t notice the burning
rubber wrapping around us
dancing behind us
like a stumbling drunk.
I didn’t notice the smoking
leaves in early autumn
the rogue neighbor burning
his lawn in a rusted barrel.
I noticed your shirt
the delicate cotton
You wrapped
around my shivering shoulders.
I was flattered-
and suddenly flammable.

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