Bulpadok 2015

Pa took the matchbox away from me for the rest of the night.

Apparently phoenixes don’t start fires.

Nowadays I set up the fireplace every Wednesday night before the evening talks I’ll lug a crate of firewood Set the kindling Light the fire starter And watch as the flames Restless and cackling in pure delight Rise before my eyes Every Wednesday I walk away relieved I didn’t get burned.

I am no dragon.

This Wednesday I bump into Tyler I’m carrying three logs About to carry out my ritual I’m nervous Afraid to be exposed as the phoenix impersonating the dragon