Independence Day

Posted on July 6, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

Doesn’t mean that much to you
on the surface,
I know,
but I’ll bet there’s nothing you love more
than using your finger
to set off sparklers,
to delight them,
watching the looks in their eyes
that mirror
your own.

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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