How To Burn Memories Using A Pocket Torch 


You leave. A numb tingling
transforms its throbbing
into a headache. The pain 
crawls across my skull.

It freezes for a while, forms
a chrysalis and during
the after hours it flies out -
a noir butterfly, death-wish. 

I am outside a tent, camping again,
my father somewhere 
present and absent, the stretch of land
quiet and deserted, wondering
why meteor shower happens
next to never where I live.
You leave. I light up a pocket torch
and turn every memory to charcoal.