now that the wrinkles accumulate

ask me whether I would rather have all my matches burn at once

like water for chocolate

or be a dim torch

that lets me survive the day

i would rather be lit up like a careless torch

it truly is a matter of how much life you have in your days

and not how many days you have in your life

all that holds meaning is invisible

yet we live our lives with our eyes

the diminishing calendar looks at us and laughs

and people wonder why I wince 

upon hearing the excuse of tomorrow

a spiraling plane and a kitchen floor

those two days

taught me so much more

.