I am not the dysfunctional light switch,
17 times a day on again off again but
I think sometimes I’m caught in the parallels of
my own distorted perception and I just see
a jagged world falling fast and
you are blue, the deep
cyan-scented thing of night I crave, blue.
beautiful bleeding blue who cries like
the breaking sky and sings like a summer night,
I am invisible, changing before your eyes.
nauseous regurgitation of every color
I’ve ever loved,
while these crystalline dreams tinted teal
cradle me to sleep