leaning over and smiling somewhere off to the right
I'm not paying attention.
I'm entranced by a light fixture glowing impossibly white
Seemingly speaking to me
I have an idea that is gone just as quickly as it came
That happens often
What did she say? What was that she mumbled?
Nevermind
In a few weeks she won't be important
I want to feel the light in my marrow
To be drained of all my blood and bodily fluids and filled with neon and incandescence
Ultraviolet
A blinding supernova
Nuclear flash
Oh, Kristen, I'm dedicating this one to you
But what does that mean anymore?
I don't know how often I'll have to explain it to myself
Before I'll cease trying to understand
