by Kenneth Pobo
Villa Park, Illinois found out I was gay, the whole town caught fire. The mayor ran down Oakland Avenue beating a pan. Respectable Repubdads dashed outside naked, carried their kids’ bikes back inside, careful to lock each door and bolt all windows even if meant burning alive. My friend Dippy had blurted out my secret. Firetrucks clanged from street to street, evaporated. Fire shaved its legs, slowly devoured everything. I thanked Dippy on smouldering ashes, gave him my peanutbutter and jelly sandwich.