from cranberry morpheme
Turn off the porchlight, pleaseyou say
with all this light this light this light this light this light
our bed is framed this way to wake
with sun as it comes rising low (& what
I know I know
when you told me you felt closest
in the dark) (we are ourselves
when no one sees)
light please (light please)
I do it for some time away.
& lean my shoulder on the door.
I start to offer poor apologies
our moment moves like human years
too fast & yet too slow
My eyes are hot with all this light
at 3am the porch is taller than the world
& I have vertigo
I want to go back home
but this is where I live
I only have to flip a switch.
where we seep light
unbounded at the stairs
lights please: lights’s off: your voice: come back: okay