The Love Heat I Keep

Vivian Altopp

I hated that burn in my gut. Found a pitcher quick and put it out. But soon after, searched again for matches. Though, I threw them all out.     I knew the routine habit.

“I can make one real fast.” Found it through my fingers           in those novel, makeshift ways 

that only the most determined have learned. Or the regretful, putting it all back. 

I’ve got enough strength to pull a timber splinter from the hardwood floor,        gently expose the 

carpet, snap a needle matchstick. Cut perforated cardboard and cereal boxes. 

Package containers. Book spines and broken picture frames. 

I can use linseed oil or polish remover. Gasoline smegma in the metal   canal.

Any old light will do too. Hold it tender

enough and it will still burn……   I could rub rocks, or light the gas stove.     Goddammit 

I could hold it to my chest. I swear it’s hot enough.