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Wish I MightThere's a star.
An entire cosmos glitters golden in bare branches,
My breath twines with the dancing
Ghosts of the steam vents.
The pavement shines like silver.
In all this beauty,
There's a star.
Just a pinprick-diamond in the western sky,
Hovering above the fading sunset,
Just a dead light that
Can't fix anything.
But still I send it my wish, because
What do I have to lose?
Without that star,
The trees are dead and dripping in
Sickly, yellow, buzzing light.
The wind stings my face.
The steam's heat pushes at me, with
A stench of salt.
Because the beauty of the night is not beauty-
AcrimoniumThe world is white.
Not black, no, that's too much substance-
White, like an empty room,
With a pin poised on the edge of the table.
White for blindness.
Because, it's true, I can't see through it right now.
And the first person,
The first benighted person,
The first thrice-cursed, bloody stupid person
Who says the first wrong thing to me
Is going to catch hell.
Don't touch me.
Don't speak to me.
Don't even look at me, you bespectacled,
Asthmatic, all-allergic adolescent.
I can't stand your eyes-
Eyes that say you'll always be here to
Smother me with silent fantasies.
And lock me up within a bland ever-after.
It's better to burn, really.
Because after the shouting, shooting, and slapstick breaking of glass
Comes the silence.
All I loathe pants at my heels,
And everything I want is distant
As a useless wishing-star.
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