Short Histories of Light
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Only a man can cause
so much pain for a woman and call it a gift.
Only a man can take away so much light
and provide none in return.
We’ve watched how the world
has worn you; know you will never be the same.
To hide from grey skies, I used to drink lighting
from bottles. Inhaled the occasional snow.
While the world exhales, dozens doze
off or die. The wind whips like Herod;
the sun still rises each day to taunt the fallen.
You,
You call me Beautiful.
Beautiful.
Beautiful.
Beautiful,
the way you repeat it
until the word
extinguishes everything else.