Light sits down on the chair’s thin edge — like it don’t know it’s light. It hums in dust, warms the cup, pretends it’s just a lamp and nothing more. But I know — it’s someone remembering how to shine.
Light sits down on the chair’s thin edge — like it don’t know it’s light. It hums in dust, warms the cup, pretends it’s just a lamp and nothing more. But I know — it’s someone remembering how to shine.