BRUSH
BRUSH
When I first moved here
the city didn’t used to catch on fire.
But now it seems every summer
the hills just burst into flames.
Like they get so tired
of being neglecting
and used only by rattlesnakes and drug traffickers
they simply combust.
So we all spend the dog days
appreciating them
from our rooftops
with garden hoses
dumping sand out of helicopters
and wondering in the backs of our heads
what exactly biblical end times read like
and how long we should wait before heading east.