by Joshua and Melia
A dark street is never as dark as it seems. Light leaks out from curtain seams of lit windows—from short-circuit streetlamps. Darkness is nothing more than the absence of light, and mostly, streets are made of light-things. Or are underneath suns, moons, or stars. So true darkness must be found elsewhere. The crevices under your bed, natural caves with ceilings that drip, the caves of one's chest.
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you know i am afraid of the dark.
"the caves of ones chest." Stealing that. See it published next month in Poetry quarterly.
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