How To Be A Lesbian in 10 Days or Less: The Blog

Our meeting was like the upward swish of a rocket 

In the blue night.

I do not know when it burst; 

But now I stand gaping,

In a glory of falling stars.

From Pyrotechnics by Amy Lowell via mkimarnold

Last night the popping of fireworks overhead and the sizzle of some kind of firecrackers being set off in the middle of our street first made me think of war and what it might be like to be afraid of something like that. And then I was reminded of how much fireworks terrified me as a child, as a kid. They always felt too close and too loud and I was scared that the ash would fall on our upturned faces when we took beach towels and chairs and sat on the football field at the high school stadium, Doug Shaw Memorial Stadium, with what felt like everyone in Myrtle Beach. 

I never liked it when I could feel the boom and shake in my chest. 

I still don’t.