A short lyric on the fear of small fires.
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At night I count the kitchen switches without touching them. One for the kettle, one for the hallway. I count the candle too, though I never light it. My mother called this care. The electrician replaced the kettle switch. I kept counting. In the morning the toaster gives two warm slices back. I eat beside the window without counting the switches.
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