177/365: Golden Cocoon

We've lit the candles
now that the power's out,
and I feel ringed and enclosed,
trapped,
in the kindest of ways.

If it must at some point,
let the world end tonight
while we know only
the comforts of huddling
in our golden cocoon.

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178/365: For the Love of Being a Whore

One Man's Garbage Is His Wife's Love Letter From the Universe