Bonfire Night

remember remember always remember seventh of june (perhaps more disastrous than guy fawkes) remember the way the sun barely glinted through stone-cold monuments, (fake injuries included) ask me now how

i feel; sad happy remorseful guilty lachrymose

yknow the only thing i haven’t answered was what i wanted from you so now i will. i wanted

so many things, (too many) like

for the weight of impenetrable closeness that could crush my ribs and for the only air i could breathe sultrily moist from lack of reality-abundance of honesty, to suffocate under the weight of density but realize the importance of what it meant, for time to last like it had no beginning or end, nearing and waning each century just to reborn from pristine white ashes

and i wanted i wanted what i wanted most was to always feel magical (and your fingers did that spools of wonder and delight), some messianic epiphany like like like hot soup burning my tongue because it was always like that

i wanted you here, there, everywhere

i wanted selfish things (maybe)