TUESDAY: You Ignited Me

BY D. R. JAMES

This poem was first published in Rogue Agent. Copyright is held by the author.

You ignited me, all my dried branches:
your perch an aperture up love’s lattice,
your wind rending me kindling, spinning and
snapping and ruining my stalks like slats
blastified, remnants of sadness then set
afire. How cowed by coma commitment
I’d been! But likewise you replanted me,
reinstalled me in watered cavities,
encased my re-emerging sheaves, ashen
indication of demise enlivened.