1. autodestructive fever or other types of heat lead to incendiary habits. taking in the vapors, the oily surface the explosive vial, can only spell disaster.
giving up the fuel in a world of cars is painful; say today i am riding my bike and see the sneers, the confusion, “I’ll pay for your gas” some may say, or “Take a little of mine”. stillness is a capital sin in a world of movement.
but the fumes are dizzying, hallucinogenic, all it takes to regret ever breathing it in, letting it linger, is just a small, tiny spark.
Gasoline is such an interesting motif for your thread, and I love what you've done with it already
The ending of your first poem is super clever. I also really liked the development from the first stanza to the second, with the first introducing this idea of a dangerous fuel, and the second expanding that to a world that runs on fuel, and all the associations we can have with that: living life fast, being competitive, always having to be productive, teetering on the edge, etc.
perennial habits have a way of resurfacing
As for the second poem, I love the subtle metaphor of perennial plants/ habits here. "fire with fire" is also such a good way to describe unhealthy approaches to stopping a craving or bad habit, which I think is what the poem is about.
how does someone burn bridges? how do they know which one to keep and which to dispose of and at night, before sleeping who knows how to deal with regret and the “what ifs”
give me thread… and a hook and an eternity to craft just like the saying who needs to chase when you’ve got lace…
