The valentine’s candle
smells like Hayden’s house
deep amber and vetiver
when I was a teenager
floating on the warmth
of sponge-painted yellow
walls, companion
novelty and wondering
how I’d fit
you’re mellow
they told me
but I don’t know
think I was just
quiet and still
observing the smokedrift
listening, watching
and waiting to see
what was expected
and who
I might be
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