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What does it feel like to be on fire
Q&A on What It Feels Like to Be on Fire
What does it feel like to be on fire
In order to write this poem
I interviewed some specific guests
First my kitchen
He told me a bunch of cuss words that I probably shouldn’t include in this poem
But I did catch one thing from his speech full of profanities
That he is really scared of fire now
Even though he has to live with it everyday
Second my finger
She wasn’t much nicer
But she did tell me that it burned
And she was numb for a really long time afterward
She would be holding ice and wouldn’t feel a thing
She felt as invulnerable as the devil
But she didn’t know whether it was because she really possessed the power
Or because there was no place on her body to receive the pain anymore
Third firecrackers
He was the one that tangled with fire the longest time out of all of my guests
He told me that there is so much more to fire than just burning
Fire was magic for him
It inspired this potential in him to give out light
To guide the lost through dark
To save the lamp from overheating
To coax laughs out of children
He wanted everyone to look at him
In that short span of his lifetime
Fire gave him all the attention he needed
It was the best time of his life
It was the only time of his life
Fourth my heart
It never answered me
I wonder if it is in ashes already
And the feelings I’m feeling now are merely grey particles
that I’m trying to interpret as red and blue
I don’t remember how it was burned
But I do remember trying to build a glass wall around it
So the fire outside can’t get in
But your burning desire made my heart shake a little
And the wall had this crevice
This tiny crevice
I ignored it because I thought that it would be too small for fire to get in
I have forgotten that it is never the fire that kills
It is the smoke
So I was suffocated to death when the black smoke came into the chamber of my heart
And my heart wasn’t on fire
There was no burning
I wasn’t numbed
My heart was still intact and nothing is melting off the surface
It was simply dead
Now I realize I have asked the wrong question
What I wanted to know
Was what it feels like to survive a fire
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