Lecanto Jail (C.C.A., 2009)
Yellow shifts on the hood, changing ever slight,
seen rarely, streaming from above: neon bright.
To pursue this path: the righteous ruin alone
believes in the said retract.
Such a constant light we breed—
in eyes, lips, shoulders and knees.
I’m sorry, I bleed.
Belief in all sincerity:
wager half a pint that this doesn’t turn out good.
my yellow light,
my subtle shift from bed to the night.