6 

& she was a firefly
that flickr’d in my room
for a time

& oblique, I stand out
a woolly charmer
a neon swimmer

through cigarette smoke her
words tether me
to this bar,

from her eyes the
glimmer, her lips,
the warmth. she’s like
the heat from the back
of an old television

the intoxication of memory
throws me out of orbit
touchdown, awakening
drenched & skinny dipping
within the luminous & simultaneous
glows of an oft-off-air TV station
and an alarm clock
3:37 buzzing