Dead Light Switch

By: Nathan Yockey


You peer out at me

Broken and useless, 

Naked and ugly


Void of life 


Lightning coursed through your copper veins

No more. 


We stare 

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.

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