You cant start a fire?
This was a mistake—
Our steak will be rare.
I rarely light but a candle
Let alone desire.
Poor match.
Give me the match,
And unlatch from your mother.

I’ll keep us fed and warm.
shadow sewn to your feet.
Maintaining deceit—
Don’t look so forlorn.
Take your seat…
just another one to stash in your hoard.