Little Matchstick Man

A Poem

He had matchstick hands
burning everything he touched, lighting up
everywhere, looking for
gasoline girls
leaving them burning
wondering if they had wanted to be set on fire
When I heard about the others
the ones who came after me
the other ones with scorch marks
I thought about your hands
how they seemed gentle
how you probably still think they are
Thought about the way you made me feel
like all that fire was…