matchbox
peeling up its skin
she slices the edges
making it another dream stick
with a head 'thick' holding center reactants,
'heads are nosy' sighing
it takes the layer of starch, chlorate, gum over and over
and adds the layers of opinions, nerves, remorse over and over
isn't she similar to matchsticks
she thought while making, 'frosts'
isn't her wishes similar to matchstick
fresh at start,
burning in middle and
ashes at the end.
do people's wishes are also...?she wonders
Well, she make bunches somedays
and otherday she see them burning
somedays she strike them
other the winters,
how many matchsticks we're allowed to make?
how many life we're allowed to live?
how many heads does it takes to burn?
she have made a bunch that day
they keep them sleeping
just for today.
do you keep matchbox?
