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sofolo
Poems
Jul 2023
ODE TO A MATCHBOOK
but first, it was the sun
scooped up by small glass
immolating ants in the tall grass
set free
then hiding out in the basement
striking 10,000 sticks
mesmerized by the shimmer
until it kissed my fingertips
how did i not burn our house down?
the mysterious charm
becomes mere utility
on the farm
burning copper
for a few dollars
the tower of black smoke
reaches out like
a dystopian arm
then a wood-burning stove
to escape two feet of snow
on the chocolate sofa
where my words
(not the heat)
left our home in flames
the matchbook
is nothing if not
mundane
these days
just two sticks
of incense
one morning
one night
a lonely ceremony
an occasional candle
whose light i want to
scoop up
& wash over me
Written by
sofolo
M/nashville, tn
(M/nashville, tn)
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