regrets

light the biggest match, she said
good idea
warmth/heat/fire
because

theres that lit-t-le prickle of water-chill--
the deep end, the drop off,
the part where you dive in and the icy water clutcHES you
(yeah, that part)--

a lit-t-le bit of that stuck to the base of my spine, so

LIGHT the BIGGEST match
or maybe
SING
THE LOUDEST CAMPFIRE SONG
with a voice like an angry cello
do all the blasting heated summertime sparky things
to Roar Up the Inferno, to melt and scorch
and peel and blister

that stubborn cold patch

it
was put there
by a careless turn of the mind
and
responsibility dictates
responsibility-- that is, it is
my fault, my
fault altogether

I turned there
and now I can only turn to light some sort of pyre
to
(cleanse?)