my tongue got stuck to the icicle when i licked it; and when i touched the candle flame my fingers came away red and blistered. this could be a poem about
savage beauty and the danger inherent in nature. instead it’s about people, and how they’re always touching things that they shouldn’t. (that girl on the news never invited that man to touch her. all i can think about is how i wish she had had something savage coursing through her skin. god should have made girls lethal when he made monsters of men.) [e.h]