The Good Candle

Because the space feels improper and the sentence in your head returned for its fiftieth encore, lighting the good candle risks using it up without ever getting to feel it.

Which is too much failure to ask of scented wax.

Should be a familiar feeling.
The food’s perfect but your mouth is somewhere else.
Song strikes the exact note but your wiring has no vacancy.

You know how good it is.
Missing it anyway feels pretty shitty.

So you crack the lid for one stingy sniff.
No wax is harmed.

Doesn’t count.

Using the good thing requires a body capable of receiving good things . . . and yours is busy trying to find the one loose hair touching the back of your neck.

The untouched wick protects you from finding out.

Unlit, the candle can’t prove how easily something beautiful can happen without you.

— Autistic Ang

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