that is what they come seeking.
yet, when I tell
them--pretending--Boy Scouts-to-be prepared!
for the burning,
they gulp saying ok,
but the higher heat of the
fear feted in their eyes,
them instruments
that never lies,
so I send them home,
unscathed,
and
scathed
just enough that
they’ll never ask
twice.
I’m so easy to please.
brandychanning
