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Mazza’s Vignette #70


Twice we were driven between the night and the sky where the small fire could be called
a weak star, never arriving at a sustainable heat or height, and since it could not be
distilled into any purity it was cast aside so that the cooking could continue. We were
almost always lightning without thunder, so when we heard the crackle build we knew it
was time for a cigarette break. There was never any real danger for us there. The real
danger knew better than to come into our kitchen. Real danger was likely to get shot, or
molested, or at the very least end up with a high it could not handle. That is how I
learned good ego, how I learned that fear could retreat, and how I learned to walk like my
shoulders won’t fit through the door you’ve provided.

 


Darren C. Demaree
Copyright © 2015  

Darren C. Demaree is the author of four poetry collections, most recently Not for Art nor Prayer (2015, 8th House Publishing). He is the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology. Currently, he is living in Columbus, Ohio with his wife and children.


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