by Joan Leotta
With my trademark, tapered cylindrical shape, I am sturdy in the bronze candlestick holder inherited from my grandmother and mother. Each day, a small sulfur stick lights me after the sun runs away, so I can light my household. They stay up late with me reading. My light reflects in their eyes until they can march off to bed. As I give to them, I melt and swirl into smoke, disappearing bit by bit. Yet, I am content, for I know that in transforming myself, I have transformed darkness into light.
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Joan Leotta plays with words on page and stage. She is an author, poet, story performer and playwright. Her work has appeared in many journals, magazines and papers.