Electric Blanket

Once, I knew how to speak French
which made me peculiar and demanding.
I would think of nouns and then the thing
itself would appear, in French. A pale
hue of yellow light was cast on everything.
I bumped into things, scattered debris
on the floor, made collages and left
paper snippings on the desk. Now that the
theater of summer has made all the words
shrivel, I can maximize my experience
of the city with candles and room spray.
Scented to customize "Beach House" or
"Steel Shed." I'll walk to work allowing only for
the grip of humidity which is really only
an electric blanket wrapped around my body.