You Were Not Fire

Holly Day


every Halloween I anticipated the

night, playing with the Midwest police, lured first by

the promise of open countryside, time, oh, my


best friend on tv just found the gun, now you should

knock first before coming in here, just one time Id

like you to show me show me the thick black before


the lucky me, the one who first had helped me, grew

up in, just that one time, oh, I wrapped the egg to

show her the feline, my canine anatomy,


first projected onto a flat movie screen, this

time, new flesh, youd better knock before coming in




Holly Day is a travel writing instructor living in Minneapolis, Minnesota, with her husband and two children. Her newest book is Walking Twin Cities (Wilderness Press, 2009).