You almost love the things you own.
With a fitful, envious love
like you love the implied lives of fashion editorials. Brief and single-minded,
they have gentle cheeks and throats.
So candy and persistent (your inner lunge for thing).
It sounds made-up,
a human desperate in love with thing.
Note: the title of this poem comes from Horace Walpole’s 1764 novel The Castle of Otranto.