Fire Eaters

a poem

photo by C Watts, Creative Commons license

I come from a long line
of expert fire swallowers:

lips blistered,
bottled necks scalded;

throats seared 
by the unexpressed.

What’s the trick?

Turns out there is no trick,
just enduring pain.

I refuse to get good at it.

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M