Jaden Fong

Published in Nightingale and Sparrow

My mother says that
staring into flickering
flame cannot harm our
eyes the way stars can;

I say that watching
spirits flit and flay
their way onto
stages of embers

is enough to melt
our wax to wick,
and that their show
will go on so long

as we can freeze
into something
that can burn,
burn, burn.