Under Porch Lights I Grin As Idiot Ablaze

The tunnels

wait for


trapped light we can’t

Can’t quite make


The works


porch lights—use


Forced love

couldn’t love others

learned how to

against such

thoughts that make



sense to


white trails

Filled in red

inches left bloody fed


Flush with

Teeth clenched

at hand

And spine is

a hand gripped


ripped of smoker’s cough

With cancer’s grin

She pretends


Like sister and

secret to

hold on



We hold on

to dark

We let each other begin



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