The way a bonfire clings to fur
from wood to door to shower
and the steam seams to expand
every tiny cloud of smoke still slung
over your shoulder like a sheer scarf
skin slicked silk slip strangling
how are you gonna burn a bridge
then demand the ashes solve your problems?
what axes for forgetful hands do you wield
while the topiaries long for Edward?
the rest of us recognize a hollow wind
all bark and no foliage worth pressing
doing my best to remind the kiddo
in my heart crying for Courage the dog
even when it’s hard you speak like the forest   
how you want the ranger to treat you, which
includes screaming into the wilderness alone
sometimes, it’s best to blow off steam
before the shower door streaks with mold
before the dust settles and the TV blinks