Mothsong by Colette Inez

 

 

this is not the sun,

I say flailing my arm, but you believe

lightís true source rules from the throne

of my 60 watt bulb.

I wave off the notion

that one day a hand will bang me to the floor,

and Iíll swear by my truth, one I conceive,

that or a lie I elect wholly to believe.

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