This piece is featured in Issue No. 19 Flirting with Fire
Poetry
unmet needs
The wildfires blaze, and so do I.
All of these untended wounds burning on the surface;
we have been telling you that enough is enough, we the forests and we the people -
but apparently we must show you.
These are unmet needs combusting.
This is a hunger that should have been fed incrementally. Now, raging.