Maybe I want to read something familiar now.
Bask in an old sadness,
Or less than that
Anything which floats but is deeper than
What I see daily, now.
My life is curdling into wrinkles
So much new, so little substance
Will the gods remember to make me fulfilled?
I will read tonight, even if it's only a poem
Or two.
Return me to the smouldering aroma
Burn me afresh
Wrap me into my soft, mellow life.