Written By: Jea
Year: 2018
I struck out and struck out and struck out before I met you
and you can’t see it but
there were even more matches
I dropped a whole pile
struck and unstruck
none of them could hold
a goddamn flame
until the last one I held to my lips
and kissed
which burned its way through
the ancient oil paints on my canvas
and now I’m a flame too