.i have no maggie wilks because i have you.

i think i smell something is burning

smells like burning meat

you smell that, Shal?

do you?

i check under the bed,
just some old boxes i put my things in
and dust and old magazines and bags

i check the kitchen,
scared if the gas is leaking
or the fire is not put out yet

i check outside,
wonder if something happen to the neighbors
or kids playing fire on my front yard

nothing.

suddenly,

owh,
i just realised, Shal

it's my heart,
in flame,
still.