Midnight chill.

I know what I am-
imperfect, still I am too pure for you and anyone.
cold, if you don't raise your hand and feel the flames.
and I do have too many dimensions to enter.



'O God, I am not like you
In your vacuous black,
Stars stuck all over, bright stupid confetti.
Eternity bores me,
I never wanted it.'



"I am a lantern—
My head a moon
Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin
Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive."