JIMMY KOMMA'S SEVEN-PART FIRE-DIARY SIDE-NOTE

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Jimmy confessed.
“I burnt down Los Angeles with the cigarette
your daughter warned me against.”
Although to call it a confession is charitable cuz
he said it as the firetrucks screamed past,
rendering even his own coughed up thoughts inaudible.

“Anyway, your daughter THINKS it was me,
and that’s worse."

“Mmhmm. These Rudolf Steiner types do tend to favor signs over outcomes.
Her mom’s the same way.
I used to get kicked out of the house for bad behavior done in dreams.”

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JIMMY KOMMA’S SEVEN-PART FIRE-DIARY SIDE-NOTE
PT. 8 of 9

“I told you the Santa Anas were coming, Jimmy,”
She said, from within a gust of black wind.
“You didn’t listen.
You smoked your cigarette in my ravine,
And now all my lizards,
All my twisty trees,
dead,
I can smell them!
You saw me and decided I was something.
You thought because I was going camping in your red tent I was some kind of heaven-sent
Replacement?"

Teardrops mingled with ash,
Leaving clear streaks down her pale cheeks.
It was the only water visible on the whole damned street.

Interior: Jimmy’s Eyes.
Watery, though only from smoke,
witnessing two big black arms
coming out to envelop his woman.
“I’m Kyle,” said her black ex-boyfriend.
Suddenly, a shotgun
blast of red embers
came flying at them
like a million bugs on fire.

Jimmy watched embers smack against Kyle’s back
Disappearing him into nothing but
black on black
silhouette
outlined by the same orange scanner lines
Moving down the mountains
Bringing down certain death

Kyle was steady, ready to protect even Jimmy, collecting everyone into his enormous arms and windbreaker cape, ha!
"Asshole thinks he’s some kinda flying squirrel."
Jimmy refuses the safety of standing
behind this try-hard (D)REI guy.
He leaps backwards, shouting out,
“Delete my voicemail, baby.
And forget dates 1, 2 and 3.
I was only trying to press pound and delete!
And this whole affair? Was just one big ploy.
Centered around you
and Jimmy Komma,
To reach me:
RUDOLF STEINER."
Said Jimmy Komma,
Pretending to channel the ghost of Rudolf Steiner.
It was the kind of joke that only made sense
surrounded by family homes on fire.

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