Suds

They say candles bring peace and so I dug some out from the back of the linen closet,

lost under a shuffle of old rags and never-been-touched placemats.

 

I had to light the candles with the blunt end of a pencil because we ran out of matches.

P.S. “snuggly sweater” just smells like soap.

 

Had to scavenge for quarters under white washed machines at The Laundry Mat,

a fist full of change for a couple of stray pens and a green pad of paper

 

(green was on sale – what a bargain)

 

so maybe finally I can calm down

 

because I can’t burn a pen until the ink runs dry.

 

The plastic smells like sulfur and dog food, but I guess that’s the price I pay.

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