Jay Carson: Luminary
Just in case you think
I got screwed up only recently,
let me tell you about the fire:
My wife in those days was a candle maker
as well as a crazy maker, like many artists,
just good enough to be impossible.
We were having a big drinks party
to celebrate Christ’s birth
although he wouldn’t be coming or mentioned.
But the wine much advertised
in his bio would be plentiful.
And candles.
Lots of candles to celebrate
my wife’s talent and for atmosphere.
We lit the hell out of the place. And then ourselves.
Drink up was the last thing I heard.
But I woke up in time
to douse out the growing flames
and to sleep in throat-coating carbon
back-to-back in bed, silently
blaming the negligent one.
Did I tell you we had a four-year-old,
a boy so tender he unexpectedly kissed
my hand in the park one day?
Copyright 2018 Jay Carson
Vox Populi 
Although I’m a natural non-drinker, this one might haunt me for awhile. Applauding this finely crafted work. Thank you.
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Beautiful work, Jay. The punchline reminds me of something Salinger’s Seymour Glass might have written.
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