Arson Hobbyist

by John Maurer

When did the melting pot
get so frigid and congealed?
Moving back to family ties
and trusting only those
who are vouched for

It isn't trust if your back isn't turned
Trust isn't trust if it is easy
If you can't point a gun at your head
and place their finger on the trigger
Why do you trust them with what you feel?

Fall forward when you lose your ground
Hit the concrete with your teeth first
Swallow an incisor like an antidepressant
with placid face and untrembling calm
Hold your hand in the flame and let the fire die first