I’m trying to get down the light:
smooth-pooling & blue midday
a touch of peach and green
rising off the street at night
& casting against my face.
I try to get the light into my body
so it won’t leave me
I swallow everything glowing:
it started with leaves hanging
coated with a dazzling frost
then I started chewing
water glasses, I enjoyed the crunch–
then lit cigarettes flicked from fingers
thick sludge gleaming in gutters
(I bring my own cup)
and artificial emeralds
ripped from a passing stranger’s neck.