A surface that absorbs my oils as well as my spills and scratches
A veneer permeable to the material beneath
Wearing with age, aging with wear
Prepared to decay, strengthened by care
Altar for reflection
For candles summoning the dawn
still sheltered from time
though light will pierce the bunker
as it abandons others
hot wax drying on your pillowcase
reminding us that real life is
managing energy—has the handle cooled yet
and should I ever take down the calendars