Burnt
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I reminisce
my youth, my innocence
and strange relationships in the world.
My mother said…..
“You want to see a match burn twice,”
I said enthusiastically with all naivete “Yes.”
She lit a match.
She blew it out and touched my hand.
“Ouch,” I said.
“See. Didn’t I say it would burn twice,” she said.
I wondered.
Did she demonstrate this to introduce homophones?
Was she trying to say I was stupid?
Was she sick?
I reminisce.
Sometimes I miss.
3/23/2021
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2021
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