Gravity furnace

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Francine J. Harris - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Gravity furnace

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She wants to set the house on fire, gas in both hands, gas on the wall. It'd be like the sea torched from its floor. She'd run like light from basement windows. or maybe suck all arms to room ablaze, so housed in gut piping. the copper hollowed, reaching to a heated black rot at bottom. Like ants; maybe she crawl in the dark. low on the belly maybe she thug out late, lay low and ink eight walls. lay low like cold, she might strip bare, black glass. sometimes strut, sometimes hide late. she runs from house to ember, a sum of sink. She breathes through flame a room of spoons. one bar brick, one black-eyed room splatter, one torch spent for each arm, from coal to alley, she heaves hue of concrete into each limb. A house of blue-ring flames to mimic; someone better run.

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  • Francine J. Harris