Under A Streetlight
shadows burn
through the bulb;
they whitewash the
darkness on my skin;
body shapes the fire
within, without. under
the glasslight blinks,
once, twice; brief, alive; in
the longest rain
passing on all her shadows;
heavy and wet, this streetlight's
~cast something~ flickers out —
broken is seemingly not the
same thing as dead.
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