Phossy Jaw
i recently read
that years ago
many match
workers went on
strike
no pun intended
for they had been
exposed without
knowing phosphorus
would
be dipped with
the sticks they
held in but not
holding their
breath
exposed so
in my trench
coat i'm trying
to show myself
so
as i open and
close my clothes
rapidly acting as
a bellows to blow
heat
upon flames as
my body reclaims
the burning desire
to burst into
flames
spontaneously
combusting with
cigarette in mouth
though i don't smoke
do you have
a light?
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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