this kind of fire
sometimes I think the gods deliberately keep pushing me into the fire just to hear me yelp a few good lines. they just aren’t going to let me retire silk scarf about neck giving lectures at Yale. the gods need me to entertain them. they must be terribly bored with all the others and I am too. and now my cigarette lighter has gone dry. I sit here hopelessly flicking it. this kind of fire they can’t give me.