LAMP
You look up
GO AWAY
Not down here
You promised.
8 lines
I need to find
The ones without cracks
And stand with meaning.
I trace them
my chin quivering
My Hands gripping
To the inked cup.
Leave
make her leave
I chant.
8 lines on
The lamp.
My eyes are blurry
I can barely make anything out.
Not even the words
That peel open my jaws
Swimming in
Regret and
future pain.
8 lines on
this lamp.
This lamp
That doesn't work
With cut wires and
An old bulb.
It continues to hang
of its wall
Just like to others
Waiting for someone
To pull it out,
But not just halfway
like last time.
