Halligan New York, New York
I Collect Light Bulbs
LEDs
and flashlights.
I gather them and chain them together
across my ceiling
like tropical fruit. A tree of light.
Long ago I'd sit in darkness.
And with the push of a button,
Each lamp flickered on in
a righteous, white monsoon.
Now the light tree bleeds no more.
And I can’t regain that feeling
of monsoon.
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