Light, Bright, Etc.
By C. S. Giscombe

Or skin’s the inevitable appearance, the only castle, location only equaling voice.
Skin meets the weave and you’re clean; inland’s no delta.

Skin’s blank, though, and you can see it coming or going from far away. Neck to
neck, side by side, a panoply of advantageous positions. Skin stands in; whole
stories have to do with being caught up with on the road. Half-certain’s
different.

For the sake of argument, let image be the writhing end of hoop-la. I’m as
interested as I should be. Let tomorrow come.

Light, Bright, Etc. by C. S. Giscombe. Used with permission of the author.

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