I Let it Burn

I don’t know how to stop seeking shelter in fire and matches

how to stop striking them

every time the sun doesn’t shine

I was born on a stovetop

already ablaze

maybe that’s why I find comfort in ashes

and home in third-degree burns

call me an arsonist

cuz I set fire to keep me warm

and i let it burn

this body, this prison, this seared skeleton

I let it burn

to keep me warm