Matches

Today, I bought matches.
Diamond.
Strike-anywhere.
Penny Matches.
Greenlight.
Responsibly sourced.
Eight boxes.
Thirty two in a box.
Two Hundred and Fifty Six Sticks.
99 cents.

Why, did I buy matches?

Hell, I don't know.

The smell.
The imagery.

Yet another miracle for sale.

Strike a match.
Let it burn.
Toss the match.

Repeat.

Practice.

A Rehearsal.

I'll just let it burn a little longer.
Maybe I'll learn after I get burned.
One more time.