Torches

I’m going to leave the light on
and it’s going to look like a torch,
like something made of unfortunate hope, like that time I built a whole village of
origami houses and tried
living in each one, soaking wet
with paper stuck to my eyelashes.
But I was built for storms
and if I am holding my own fire, then I can choose
what will burn
And this is how you get warm after floods and freezes and hurricanes
And this is how I will get home