You come and go with the darkness.
I never see you leave but after a snowfall

I see lonely footprints on the lawn at dawn.
You sleep alone at night huddled in the shadows

under my exhaustion, a luminescence.
You keep one golden eye open

just in case I forget myself.
Your eye seeps around my raw edges

like a bronze mist, like a cloud of mustard gas,
like radiation in the house of the apocalypse.

I’ve tried sealing myself in with duct tape,
pulling down the blinds, wearing dark glasses;

a hermit with only Transcendental Meditation
and a half-empty glass for company.

If only you were a little kinder,
I would welcome you with my blood.



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