Independence Day

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.

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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