envelope eyelashes
her eyes light
burning smoke like the charcoal, ashen
stain on the sky
above a barbecue pit
the world was laughing
this time with her
((not at her))
in the dreamy silences
of times wasted
so “here” devolved
into just a word
without a definition
to all of them
it was less than
a vague concept
still her eyes kept
burning as dusk became
inarguable
and they refused to stop
conversation trading away conciousness