when alone,
do I choose my identity
or lose it?

I dreamed I was blind.
Blind, and uncomfortable
With darkness.

Fingers blistered from
Feeling if the light
Was on.

Listening for something
Between the other somethings
That combine

To create the chord Night
Strums with its claw
While singing

To itself about
Morning,
Eyesight
And other unpleasant
Illuminators.

The harder I try
All the more mistakes I make
Forgive me fam'ly

Love watching
Talent shows.

With so much talent
That might never be

Witnessed, how come I
Hear the same song on the

Radio twenty
Times a day

For
Months?

Widen the
Spotlight.

I should go to bed but going to bed means waking to another day. At least in the dark, underneath the stars with a cigarette in hand, I can hide the pain from my mother and pretend as if her cancer doesn't exist.