When I turned 18,
my dad gave me a pack of matches for my birthday
as well as metal poles for holding marshmallows
this was during my
“bonfire,
cooking everything on a grill,
s’mores every night of the week” phase
I’ve never told you this before
I didn’t learn how to light a match until then.
always been afraid of burning
perhaps I was a witch in the past life I don’t believe in
have you ever stuck your finger in the candle wax after you’ve blown it out?
I can’t afford to go to the spa
somehow I still have fingerprints
to leave on your dark purple walls
that frame your face as you tell me you’re colorblind
600 degrees or even hotter
I can tell you’re salty by the way you fuck me
pretend like you won’t remember me in the morning
I left my shirt there by accident
I swear
I’ve never told you this before
but I’ve never been able to answer if I’d rather freeze to death
or burn to death
I’ve never been fond of answering hypothetical questions
only asking them
when we’re done
are you going to ask me to leave
or tell me to stay
When I turned 28,
I bought myself a stick lighter
efficiency over cost
perhaps I’ll give you one when you turn 38—
unless you’ve burned everything down by then
resist
reuse
reanimate?
something, something, something
print this on a shirt
we were all witches once
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