Ordinary things can some times inspire not-so-ordinary things.
I came across this one from earlier this year while archiving poems from my handwritten journal into digital form. At some point in the last year or so, we inherited a whole bunch of old school matches. Obviously, this worked its way into my brain on some level and you wind up with this particular arrangement of words.
strike on box step this way & bring the matches. everyone (from time to time) wants to watch things burn — wood circumstance the world but not so many use matches anymore. those cheap plastic barbie doll lighters work fine, but there's no style — sexless & destined for the trash. but a match . . . it's own fire will eventually consume it totally — ash to ash & really, one small flame is all it takes anyway.