I made fire today –
and the flames fan
the cold away
instantly
through a soft cloud
of lingering smoke
I smell only the memory
of friends and campfires
and marshmallows.

KFM – she’s at it again
Crushing flowers, underfoot
In Cinderella shoes
She swears she’ll never lose
Not like the last pair

She’s carrying a whip
Whipping him into submission
He denies, (ha, lies)
But really, we know the truth
He’s a keeper if
He buys you shoes.