Candles

Candlelight plays tricks on the eyes

The haze of orange light and smoke

Flickers and covers imperfections

Stubbly legs, stretch marks, scars

All airbrushed out

Jawlines look more chiseled

Hair less greasy

Eyes less desperate

Or maybe more

I've collected so many candles

Because maybe one day I'll light one

And look at myself

And not see a monster

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