Flashtober, 2026

Fireworks

Spread out your blanket on the cold cold stone. Cold as our cans of old A&W. Cold as my fingertips under my thighs.

Loud noise and I start. Lights in the sky and hillbilly hollerin’.

Old van and old fights with rounds of butt out of this one and mind your business for me. The weight of the wording of nice and evening.

Holding tight with one hand to just get through the night and this’ll be fun clutched safe in the left.

Wrap yourself up in your scratchy wool blanket. Just watch the lights blend in with the stars.