She keeps matchsticks in her toothbrush cup. Forgets her laundry. Sleeps in a heap surrounded by her old things. Her worries only come to...

Walking through the doorway of an empty house, sepia-toned by time Everything was still Familiar though I had never been inside before...

Take it out every once and a while Trim it’s charred loose hairs, don’t let it get dusty Melt the wax all the way around Think of all the...