Sport 36: Winter 2008
The Glistener
The Glistener
I glisten to people all day.
Everything they say is true.
By night I am beside myself.
Eventually, the house across the street goes silent.
In the head hours, I go outside and look about me.
The moon lowers its fine mesh fabric over the suburb.
Condoms prevent STDs, but they break the dream.
Plus, you know what's going to happen next.
Once, I made love to a woman I didn't care for.
Once, I spat at someone
and was thrown to the ground.
Once, I called my youngest child a nuisance.
'Action causes more trouble than thought.'
I am tiny in starlight.