there is something so deeply caveman
about wanting to touch burning coals
if you stare at it
and I have on many long nights
looked at dead embers
you can see little
pockets
and valleys
and it all looks soft
cushioned
I’d swear it feels like a chinchilla
the texture is what draws you in
it’s destructive
the fire
the meddling
but it’s not about the heat
or the touch
it’s about the warmth
I can’t imagine anything worse
than wrenching a hearth
and coming up cold