Let us be reborn every day; 

Sweep our mattress free of ash.

We’ll open the windows and clear out the smoke,

Its ghostly touch lingers like yesterday. 

Let us bathe in a new morning,

Brush the soot off bare skin and light the candles again.

Our nesting grounds seared with molten wax

And burned by cigarettes from volcanic escapades.

While the fire alarm hangs, 

Disconnected, petrified, in the hallway.

Let us turn our bedroom into Pompeii.