Under Porch Lights I Grin As Idiot Ablaze

The tunnels

wait for

Stretch

trapped light we can’t

Can’t quite make

 

The works

use

porch lights—use

 

Forced love

couldn’t love others

learned how to

against such

thoughts that make

sense

 

sense to

Fingernails

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

to

 

We hold on

to dark

We let each other begin

Ablaze.

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