Light Reading

The lilac flowers on your ivory skin aren’t hand-painted. But the lavenders look like they are supposed to look like they are supposed to be. Your shade is slightly disheveled from the pink bra recently thrown across you. Your muted light is casting Rorschach shadows on the ceiling. I see a poacher’s rifle. I see an elephant’s tusks. I am supposed to put an energy-efficient bulb in your soul. But the blue light hurts my eyes. I prefer the orange, power-sucking incandescent hue. I guess somehow we all do.

Caleb Alexander is a current MFA student at Lindenwood University. He recently moved from the South to Providence, RI, in a move that has baffled everyone he’s come in contact with. “Isn’t it warm there?” they say. It is warm there. It is.

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