i tend to tend fires

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