Our Love and Some Objects
        After Andrew Marvick's Through Summer Rooms

The wilting kerosene light spills a patina
on your curled form.

I dream of lightning and there is never
enough light in the largest rooms.

Strung from urgency to make
things the way we want them
(What reason is there to be like we are?)

I dream of lightning flashes, burning. We take for granted
the dark forms shapeshifting, rituals

as we fold into sleep.

I dream of lightning flashes that burn you.
I dream of lightning flashes that burn your
shadow onto passing freight cars.

You are always in motion.

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