Langston

I am a lit match,
and when I lick fingers,
they throw me away

I can provide warmth,
but all people see
are destructive properties

He will burn it down,
they say, for his kind
cannot shine so bright

Wall me inside, then—
but do not blame me
if I ever reach air.

Jonathan Watson
Jonathan Watson
Jonathan Watson, Texas-born but California-raised, is a law librarian and poet living in Northern California. He received his BA in English from UC Berkeley, MA in English from CSU Sacramento, and MLIS from San Jose State University. His poetry often addresses themes of family, identity, and heritage with his mother Jo-Ann often acting as a muse. His poem “Nomad” was featured in Avatar Review (Summer 2006, Issue 8). He enjoys reading at local poetry events and conducting historical research.

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