Fourth of July.

The night lights up with spurts of brilliance.

Once a year.

Then every five seconds.

Words rolling off the tip of my tongue through my finger tips like electric currents.

Pooling my innermost thoughts into tacky light up sweaters and clip on flag earrings.

Spectacular brightness

burning out

       falling

    trail

      of 

        sm

      oke

        roof.

           rolling...

               gutter.