Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: Too Hot are now published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, October 25th between 3 and 4:30 pm PST.

Wednesday, October 22, 2025

Heather Romero-Kornblum

Burn


I forced myself to burn


I was beyond protest


Betrayed, derided – 

whatever being the subject of that is called – 


it ignited everything


I could not handle the scorn


My motherboard shortcircuited


Blew all fuses


I imagined the flames would reach the heavens


I was that powerful


I insisted


As my heat melded with vapor


Hiss, my essence said,

as it was swallowed by the elements




Radical Acceptance (haiku)


Today, I am jerk-

ing off to radical ac-

ceptance. Fuck yeaaaah




When


When the person you don’t want to see anymore

comes down on a bus


Really, you don’t have to wake up to get me,

he says,

I’m ok waiting


I appreciate, I say


I almost asked him not to come

I would rather figure it out myself

then play into this conditional


But I have no spine, I remind myself

Just accept it


Rather -- fractured spine

But also, no spine, backbone, whatever

I’m so tired


I wanted this over months ago

and also, I didn’t want it to end


Now, it’s a drag


You almost killed me when I was sick!


I hear my anthem in my head –

though it is serious


I was bummed last week because you resorted to threats again


Seriously, don’t, I said

I did not come all this way to be afraid of another

angry and punitive man


You knew I was really depressed, you said


I don’t want to tear you down


And also,

I was like, dude

I was sleeping peacefully (finally!)

until you texted with unsubtle coercion 


I’m over it

But I’m not


I’m too sad for words


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