Published: 1 October 2024

A light house

If I live in a house filled with light,
would that be a house made of light,
or would such a home be a light house
to beacon a welcome to love
and those who seek it?

Be a home for those abandoned to darkness,
now, resettled with brilliance that burns
to heal the soul, expose the wounds,
allow alternatives to flourish
instead of burial by weeds,
compression into compost, mulch, detritus,
designed to turn you into dirt.

Light dispels darkness, purifies air,
exposes rot to make new soil, new growth,
the first signs of change, to alter and replace
what remains, to lift a house above its
foundation by filling its walls with windows
that each might open eyes onto
a home illuminated with unbearable
desperate wonderful inconceivable love
that shows itself blindingly to the world
to proclaim, this too is for you.

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First, disregard the word shimmer.
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oh to be hated

to inspire such a feeling within someone
I must really get under your skin
to think about someone, a lot
whether to know what to do, or not
if anything special will be required
yesterday, I was no one, but today I‘m
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Leaving the subway station,
the tile floor is bandaged
with hundreds of magazine covers
all featuring Britney Spears,

not enough glue

all the glue on earth
is not enough to hold
this broken heart together
all the brains on earth
are not enough to disprove

My life as snow

I wanted to be electricity,
but I became snow instead.
No medium of communication,
a medium of coruscation.
I lie bright, unblinking in the sun,

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oh to be hated

oh to be hated

to inspire such a feeling within someone
I must really get under your skin
to think about someone, a lot
whether to know what to do, or not
if anything special will be required
yesterday, I was no one, but today I‘m
someone, because I was chosen by you

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