when i was young
we had a stove in the
middle of the room and
the smoke pipe snaked
across the ceiling i’d
say it curled but it
was as bent as the
smoke that sneaked
out it. i put my thumb
on it. i already knew
what hot was. it’s strange
that so many snakes
and wood weren’t born,
but sneaked around.
you weren’t born yet. 

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