The Stove

He doesn’t like it when I look at him, he’s terribly childish.

I open the stove,
I sweep up the ashes,
I crumple the newspaper,
I go for some wood,
I build a roof,
I take a match – FIRE,
I throw the burning match into the construction site inside the stove
and wait to see if it catches.
I wait.
I wait.
I wait twice.
I wait.
I wait.
I wait and I guess it’s not going to catch.
I wait.
I wait.
I wait and for now there’s only a little flame.
I wait.
I wait.
I wait, I’ll bite my nails off.
I wait.
I wait.
I wait, it looks good!
I wait.
I don’t wait…

IT’S BURNING!    (I SMELL HIS HAIR)