Something there is glowing--
A lightning bug, something
burning in the Gehenna
In the cavity of your sleep.
Something gasping as an infant
screaming through pink gums.
Hold my hand in the elevator
If we are going up or down.
Time flies are swarming
at my apartment door.
Grandma is watching airplanes
Each has a name--
The cold house must be a home
if the owners had not been away.
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