By: Nathan Yockey
You peer out at me
Broken and useless,
Naked and ugly
Void of life
Lightning coursed through your copper veins
Face to face
I don’t see you.
You are just
Part of the rough-cut trailer walls.
You embody our hand-me-down house
Cracking and old, stricken with mold
Are the house
You are all we can get
Don’t matter. You don’t matter. Because
Our light doesn’t come from some switch
Don’t get our light from some switch because we
Get our light from each other.