I thought of you tonight, sitting by the fire.
The plasma engulfed popping pine logs.
Water crystallized around polluting particulates
And succumbed to gravity, one pane of glass away.
The book in my lap smelled of bookstores and skin
And the coffee in the Moomin mug
That you hate.
The flue doesn’t work, and the smoke trails
Around me. It smells like summer.
I thought of you tonight, imagining summer.
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