we’ve grown dark
in streets in thoughts
reflected by unlit windows
inside or out without
difference our nights
a fly-buzz neon now
& something creeps back
to the dead windows
the quiet street
driving us nervous
from deeper shadows
new stars blinking cold
in the velvet sky
we no longer shine
but burn
in longer wavelengths our
blackbodies slow with
their mammal heat
drawn by stories
of what was chased off
briefly & nearly forgotten
