Saturday, June 28, 2014

Arto Vaun: Singed Bedroom, Weekend Afternoon

I painted the walls plum and hung sheer
Curtains so when they caught fire from the atoms
Rushing from my body this afternoon
It was the loveliest thing I had seen
The rain came down like a song as I was
Disintegrating seamlessly all electric soft colors
I turned into something solar and crackling
Watching from my twin bed
How I wanted to reach out to my own going
As a spirit might want to examine itself in a photo
Barely present in a spot of faded yellow light

Looking hard squinting and asking Is that me

This poem has previously appeared in Glimpse.

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