fully illuminated

winter darkness on short day spleen
light the candles in the gloaming
ring the cider press with dead lilies
throttle your fully illuminated deaths
festoon with snacks + libation

i come to you pixilated
of course
off-course
to see you off to a new year
o happy day

What I’m Reading:

… A day will come
when my body will no longer open like a suitcase
to take myself on a journey where I’ll dream
of never being found, where I’ll dream of never finding
what I’ve lost.

— Octavio Quintanilla / “Fig of Unfolding”