It begins with bottle rockets and beer. The fever takes over and garbage is burned, parts of the garage torn off. The landlord’s spare plywood thrown into the pit takes awhile to catch. Others join and bring more things to burn. With the songs of Bob Dylan echoing we make beautiful sacrifices to the cool night.
old picnic table
rusting screws
manage to survive
About Me
- Nathan Floom
- Bowling Green, Ohio, United States
- I'm a Creative Writing Student at Bowling Green State University. I hold that life is full of surprises and mysteries-whether that be from the world around you, or the people you meet in everyday life. Writing and literature are the best ways to explore the grand surprise that is life.
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