Have you ever seen a man that looks like fire But talks like rain
The world sees him
The biggest The brightest
Burning hotter than any sun

The summer before I started high school, I met Dagny. She was around my age and she smoked which made me think she was older than she was the first time I saw her outside her house at midnight. Dagny was always out at night and I figured she slept most of the day because I didn’t see her then. She had short black hair that she usually wore in tiny pigtails behind her ears and she wore dresses a lot. It was June third when she spotted me outside watching her.