one spark away from burning
like rocket children into the night
air. And wherever they went, a dense
haze of sweet-tasting yet gag-inducing
confusion was sure to follow. The girls
loved the smell of their flammability.
They captured it in mason jars and
snuck it home underneath their white
dresses. The glass jars, filled with so
much passionate vapor, would clink
from below the beds. Soft noises
that made them feel open all over.
The boys knew this, especially the red
one with the funny face, and they loved it.
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