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]
