Fumbling in the dark
with the matchbook
grateful my hands
are experienced
with making flame—
part of me fears
using them up
part of me knows
it’s what matches
are for.
February 26, 2017 by Rosemerry
Fumbling in the dark
with the matchbook
grateful my hands
are experienced
with making flame—
part of me fears
using them up
part of me knows
it’s what matches
are for.
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Loved this – the last stanza in particular 😊