hello, my dirty little secret

hello, my dirty little secret

dirty opens so many spaces
it is hardly fair to call the blaze
a word that implies a need for cleaning
when there is no stain but only glory

hello, my dirty little secret

secret tries to bar the door
the inevitable opening
in fear of trading familiar pleasures
for the ashes of my burning

hello, my dirty little secret

little snickers in the corner
a private joke with himself
over the dimunitive making light
of the flaming pyre

hello, my dirty little secret

hello greets the self
ive shaped and managed and tended
until there is nothing familiar
but the buried roots

hello, my dirty little secret

my self my soul my me that is mine
ignites unbidden in protest of
well-manicured civility
aching for the consuming fire