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Right Lighting
You turn the light off
I begin to bump into myself.
Jeeze, I am a such strange shape in the dark -
all that fat and sweat moving like eels,
bones sticking out of my mind,
hair crawling over a lumpish face.
You turn the light back on,
just a bedside lamp,
a warm halo and honey glow.
Damn,
I am lovely!
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Eric Ashford
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