Better Get Better
Each night, the suffer- Gleamed stars above Texas crush down & I do Not know how to say No thank you, please To the jawing ghosts That show up to gnaw Furrows in my chest. The wind whispers Hotly. Nightjars Polish the darkness Free of moths. I refuse to let go Of my paranoia Because it assures Me that I am alive, Living the dream, A limited edition One-life-in a life- Time offer of bones That glow in the dark. Morning comes metallic Over the lakes of blood I bucket by bucket splash Out of the window. Wiping Sweat from my brow I am like Baby, Baby, how Lovely is all this glitter?
Copyright © 2017 Alex Lemon. Used with permission of the author. This poem originally appeared in Kenyon Review, November/December 2017