Above All Else, We Must Leave the Kitchen Light On
Yes
Our sweet jesus hovers above us like fluttering
snow
Until the light breaks to
Find us lying in gutters
Undone, snow angels gone bad
Clueless, icicle-brained warmongers
Knitting our spines together
Into a wall of hate as big as
Night
Drowning out mysterious syllables
Inking a new story
Canning stupidity, for the lean years
Knowing, but not knowing
Wanting and not wanting
Ankles all weak and a
Dark, dark skin coming for us.
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