Of Things That Burn

You told me that my poetry
didn’t burn your tongue
the way you thought it should.

But poetry is about
things that burn. Like cigarettes
or coffee or sun
beaming on a wooden porch.

Or the distance
between you and I.

And if that doesn’t burn you,
I don’t know what will.

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