The Ways in Which You Want to Get Away

I don't know what you might say that would be better than this.

My point is that you can't be a new book of matches forever.

Eventually, your tips will speckle with blue.

Eventually, you will look old, like a deer head hanging on a wall.

Even if you can still start a fire, the phone number written on your cover
will give you away, big time.

You'll see the past hugging the back of your legs, and you'll want to shake free,
as if in a funky dance, or like there is a large insect in your shirt.