i.
my tounge got stuck to the pole when i licked it,
just like momma said it would.
and when i played with those matches
my fingers had to be bandaged, they were so red and burned.

ii.
this could be a poem about the savagery of nature, the pain and the love the wind and the fire that is inherent on earth.

iii.
instead it’s a poem about people, because they always touch things they shouldn’t.

iv.
i touched the flames, and the man touched the girl when she hadn’t wanted him too. all i ever think about when i hear that story is that i wish she had something toxic in her veins, some poison to melt him to nothing.

v.
god should have made girls deadly if he was going to make monsters out of men.