The wax heats up when you light it. Some burn prettier than others.

Every few years I light a black one for good measure.
At least for good measure, at most, because I walk proudly.


(If you ever threw up in your purse, you would never worry about stuff like that.)

Some days worry more than other days.
Language is no longer simple, and deep meaning is contained in every single syllable.
Turn the word inside out.
Quantify all the words that start with the same letter. Add the spaces between the dots in the ellipsis.

Suspicion flickers from the modem and the digital clock.
No need for explanation.

Signify and justify matters not.

I know and you know and we know!
Wink.
(Bink.)

There is no matter of suspicion. It is the imagination that plagues me and also blesses me.
Yonder floral flowering blossoms of scents of signals.

Pillow, dryer sheets, open books.

You are in the fabric of my pillow.