I can’t remember who,
said I should live lightly;
So I turned on every light in the room and
stood with my eyes wide open
retina burning,
swallowed a firefly then walked to the edge

of a forest fire a hundred feet tall
flames licking my toes.
There are feelings in the back of my head
that melt when they touch light—
I want to be soft,
want the soles of my feet
to bleed through every surface,
want my words to fold into your thoughts
ignite your fever heart and
all I can do is blush for you.
What happens when the flame you hold is
no longer contained
like the cigarette you thought would burn out;
There is a hole in my glove from
the singe of embers and I am nowhere
close to cooling down.

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