A pocketfull of chewitts paper
Sitting with my back in front of the mirror
in a sink
going in close
to write about this flame,
she moves like a flickering stain glassed window pain
taking pinches off the candle wick
thrown over the shoulder
to make good luck hurricanes
circle down the drain
now burning calm like a rocket ship
forever flying from a crater on the moon
looks both
peacefull and warm
pink
as does the rhino
giant, leaning at a respectable distance
from the perfect
osiris pupil
safe dark
moth light
candle flame
its in there
its happening
its current
bun
dont forget
to wash your hands
after youve yanked the chain.
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