Pitter Pat by Erin McCarley

jump

sliding down (i hear the momentum   coming
like a train)

the fire breaks; streetlights    turning on

and

i am in   pre-war china, hoping
for you,
    brightly    out of luck
(tanking)

i run

out    to the middle of the street . to lay down
in front    of something,

flat   as a steamroller
but

still dreaming  (i still burn,
flickering
          like embers on   a box-car
             full of flames)...