This shops sell candle snuffers.

They’re brass and bell shaped.

Maybe a small song

Rings out at the end.

I’m listening for it.

Maybe they made them

Because blowing wouldn’t do.

I don’t want to see tiny wick embers

Glowing in their final moments

At my insistent breath.

The roof of my mouth smarts

Like the golden curve closing down

On a tiny flame.

There is no sound

That rings out.


But not painless.

-I am not that hard to please