the closet light is ominous.
it signifies my twelve year habit.
i've been a crumpled mess,
afraid of the dark, and burningburning.

often, i talk in my sleep, and
you tell me that i hold my hands
over my head like i'm bound.
i am, in many ways
(though you'd never know it)
to shards and glass and paintings
that i bought last year and never hung.

they don't look good
in the pitch of my irises.
your cornea's loom at me,
like spitting vipers;
they hiss.

i hear you in my dreams,
hear you say that the omens
are like women who
hold their legs above their heads and scream
holymotherofgodhavemercy.

i couldn't taste you then,
nor now.

but the closet:

it signifies a scared child
who is still waiting
for the monsters
to come crawling out
of doors and flesh.

09/13/2004

Author's Note: i tried to turn this one away, but the widows and orphans always seem to come back.

and i don't actually own a nightlight. LOL rita and i leave the light in the closet on. so. i'm not as five as i seem. LOL though they have cool nightlights nowadays.... oi. oi oi. i hate the title, i'm going to have to change it, but it was six in the morning. i also hate that i used closet twice but i can't figure out any other way.

Posted on 09/13/2004
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