This was the first
Fourth of July
since I was fifteen
that I haven't
watched fireworks on a blanket
wrapped in a man's arms,
and it made me melancholy
to face the blazing beauty
in a lone folding chair,
fighting back tears.
I separated from my husband
last August...and out of
all of the holidays,
it's odd that the
one I'm having the
hardest time being alone on
is this one,
the one that celebrates