streaking, Smokey Bear tells me one day,
his hands stretching out into the span of the night sky,
as if he’s mapping out constellations,
is like a wildfire:
you see it, you scream stop.
Peeping Toms – they run across large spans of fields,
spread commotion like the burning inferno of a thousand trees,
police car sirens that wail like the thousands of birds
that try to flee when they see the first flame that licks the ground.
or, you could say that the birds are like
humans that are scared to death of the flying colors of skin
inappropriate skin, he says, his eye widening.
very, very inappropriate skin.
you see, there is skin that is called looking at
but there is skin that is called
do you know why streaking is called streaking?
i actually don’t know. but this is what i think:
i think streaking is streaking because it’s like flicking vibrant colors of paint on a canvas.
vibrant — that’s not the right word.
it’s a type of art.
streaking, Smokey Bear tells me one day.
is as bright as fluorescent as a wildfire:
it’s great when it’s small.
but think of it this way:
if there are as many people naked as there are
you would see it and scream stop.