I bumped the candle reaching
for my glass and it wobbled
and sprayed wax across the
white soft wrist and set in
hard pink droplets and you thought
I must have been in pain
and I was
so I did it again.
The wrist went pink and red
and I peeled away the wax
to see underneath and then
I did it again.
The candle made me
wait and ache until
more liquid was ready and
yes I said spill it
and I made you take
the wrist and the candle
and do it again.
Learning scars backwards:
I have wasted candles
without using them
for all I should.
Do it again.