i, alight

i alight on the notion of writing to the title—
a string of twinkle lights—
at this precarious height

fill the light spaces with dark marks
reserve hope for no one
everyone you know will die

you will die
the die cast (so fast it rolls)
and the lights don’t twinkle

yet, they’re not steady state
and i will go on writing into the title
i, alight

What I’m Reading:

If there is God, God is disjunction and madness.

— Kathy Acker / “Hello, I’m Erica Jong”