by CJM Booth03 Jan 2019
I have learned to like it when she lights candles.
That forest smell in the modern home:
Fabric softener, disinfectant, mixed with woodsmoke.
(The scent always seems to fade faster than you can enjoy it.)
She returns the spent matches to the box,
back to front - those dead vs. those unused -
with a kind of tenderness,
and perhaps a desire for order, too.
Or for something I haven't yet fathomed.
And I think this could be how we might
have put him or her to bed.