I’m Day 13 following Ivory and Steve with #Reverb 10 posts here:
Year, like soap, softened, sweet-smelling,
sometimes, like citrus, snuffed candles’
after-burn, hot wax, congealing.
Year of wax. Year of hugs and hands.
Year of hospitals, pills; the here and there
of appointments. Christmas on the ward
tree with gold baubles, young men
sprawled on couches, getting my keys
back, released, not free. We tried
to adapt to unpredictable weather.