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.
Quick
But not painless.
-I am not that hard to please
