Remind me of how
a Toblerone tastes —
it’s been so long since I
was able to have one.
Remind me what silk feels
like when drawn across the hand,
how feeling that elevates the mind
in blessed ways.
Remind me of my memory,
of senses long denied
expression and stimulation.
Is our best world still out there?
Somehow I’ve felt locked away
from it all. I feel nothing much
other than that. Those pleasures
I once held have slipped from me
and I’d love to gather them to me
again so: remind me. Remind me
of luxury and indulgence. Get me halfway
back to myself. Let’s see
if memory, once roused,
can open its arms enough
to carry me
the rest of the way.