fireworks

so. july is back. last july, i was happy, with my chair up by the pear tree. fireworks lasted for two days, one night i had company, the next, was me and a bottle of muscato d'asti. i can remember the feelings i had,  looking towards the house, warm lights from the windows. my crumbling ball and chain. joy and fear and pride. i missed my girl. this year, i will try harder. i will run to the river with my girlfriends and watch the fireworks in the town that inspires me, flushes my cheeks, where there is life. the next night, after i pull a full shift in my home, i will put on a dress, drag my chair, dog, and a bottle of handmade reisling to my pear tree and look at my home and see if things change. everything looks sweeter with fireworks and fireflies.