by Ezra Olson
Always the fire in California
and always the vision. I saw the sky turn
crazy colors in the middle of the day, dizzy
orange and a sick I mean it made you
sick pink, and not just the sky but like
all light like everything was floating in one
big womb, and I was losing my mind, losing
all kinds of things, money, hair, my father,
you, and California, and every year it burns
down, but that year we played ping pong
table tennis
table tennis
ping pong
in the weird light
and the smoke, and our masks