Phoenix

Everything she owns is red for some
reason. Including the playing cards
she plays solitaire with and uses to
scrape together piles of weed for rolling.
Even the strings on her guitar have a
scarlet tint to them that I’ve never seen
anywhere else. Her only roommate is
a poisonous frog that she keeps in a tank
the size of your average flat screen T.V.
and it crawls across the glass like it
was walking down a sidewalk with
no cracks and no obstructions.
The gloves she wears when she holds it
look like they were made out of phoenix,
but everyone knows that birds like that don’t
have any fur you could use to make anything.
Not to mention they never existed in this world
to begin with.