Poetry- "The Smoke From My Burning House"

Photo Courtesy of Lost River Review

The Smoke From My Burning House
by Jennifer Patino

The smoke from my burning house
Billowed like angels trying to reach
A Heaven I knew couldn’t possibly exist

Not now anyway

When all you have is nothing
It’s hard to focus on things like faith

They ask me if there’s anyone to call
But with what-
the phone was killed in the fire

My world was killed in that fire

All I could call was my sanity
And that hadn’t answered in awhile

So I shook my head no
And just stared as the house came tumbling down

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