Tap water soaks into the cracks of his lips,
Moisturizes the texture of repetitive dialogue.
From the breath of hello
Comes the death of demonstration.
He finds paperclips
And light bulbs
(Who describes happiness as vainly as he fantasizes about a free world)
On the walls,
Tiny indentures in the paint.
Than the length
Of a fingernail’s tip.
A scratch to remind
Perfection of Neanderthal potential.
In the stillness of his backyard
Something in the darkness
Laughs like a child during recess.
A playground nostalgia
Glints under moonlight.
Neighbors turn off their bedroom lamps.
What describes shadow
What describes a blink
Is the brief moments of darkness
The TV channels.
What describes life
Is when it all goes dark.