on the train i look at my reflection briefly
try to ascertain the moment when my iris stops
but i can’t.
people all look at me
and i can’t
when all the carriage doors are open
facing forward and say
i cannot tell when i am turning.
because you see it happen elsewhere first.
sometimes i can’t breathe, but
i see it elsewhere first
they watch me
and i can’t
its very hard to speak when?
your mouth is full of light
open wide and say
I CANT SEE ANYTHING BECAUSE THE LIGHT COMES FROM ME AND IT HURTS LIKE PULLING OUT SPLINTERS
the dentist laughs and puts that thing in your mouth that sucks (a black hole)
then he mumbles
you’ve some nasty green aurora stuck in your front teeth
he scraps with the scraping thing
you have some solar flares growing on your gums, but some bonjela should fix that up in no time
he pauses, his hands still
and looks your wisdom teeth are about ready to pull out
he laughs to himself
its finally happening
all of you struggles and shines but hands come in their thousands/hold your mouth open
nobody cares if they are blind///he reaches inside///angles the man-made for leverage///pulls and there is a pop pop pop///you turn to burning other and they scream///the dentist pulling away with the prize of man///then suddenly they all leave and with them the light from your eyes
the rest of your teeth are afraid; they burrow back into your skull till they pop out the other side, and shine shine shine out the back of your mind.
the darkness is brimming
the darkness is so total
YOU SPIN AND SPIN LIKE A LIGHTHOUSE, TO BREAK IT WIDE OPEN
(AKA, a star)