nomenclature of pyro

however there is nothing that i asked of my brother more than the gallant portrait of our ordinary name it isn't much but that's all we got. steadfast. shuttled through galaxies heart stroking the weeds smell the ashes of burnt wood. steadfast. through pyroclastic amulets opium ogres steadfast. green palms crowding with grasses. this brother of casted clay i sent the book the worth of all the school marks has reached the doorstep. my domestic ignorance. the detergents scraping the skin of my hands i go complaining of laundry i can't remove the yellow stain the lines on ma sleeves with ma pressing. i was never accustomed to ironing garments he taught me laughing. ma g'rl coudn't. neither. he tried so hard to teach me laughing. last night i heard from ma brother crying under my shadow.