Crackle by Kimberly Phan


it smells like past love

like thunder

like heat

like silence.

it crackles

it sizzles

it whispers embers.

it feels like anger,

like blankets, like melting skin.

it feels like yesterday,

like nostaglia, like open

air into space into

sky.

it sings in waves,

warms up my face

warms up a secret place,

all the while dancing quite loudly.