While touching up paint my father points
to a collection of shiny circles on my wall.
What’d you do here?
I dipped my finger into the drying wax
of a clean linens scented candle.
The warm wax stuck to my fingers
It felt like it would stick to me forever.
So I began to wipe them onto my white wall
creating a circles of glossy polish.
I scraped and scrubbed, but no amount of
spit and elbow grease could remove the wax.
He scratches at it.
Seriously. What is this?
I shrug my shoulders
I don’t know.