tonight,
the world is on fire,
burning
with whatever new demands
and necessities
the tide has dragged to the surface.
outside,
shaking fist
and hoarse cries are raised
in an effort to pound against
the unwanted.
my rebellion against the undesirable
will happen indoors,
with hands clinched and pulling
the skin of your back into folds,
with eyes stung by salt and hair,
with my digging,
deeper,
toward simpler solutions.