Used

Our lived-in consumerist loves,
Marked by use,
Coffee stains, torn fabric, graceless rips,
Reveals cloaked identity,
Instills meager remembrances.

Awake on my sofa filled with memory,
With morning imposing,
Stealing rest,
Aging body enveloped by the past.

Second-hand users receive historical enchantments,
Casting their own spells,
With reckless runes,
Onto broken scars.

Vibrant clues materialize,
In an unsuspected sort of art,
That reflects life's simple defects,
That contrasts life's hidden joys,
With rattling inconsistency.