In My Darkness

Dom DiMaggio’s rookie year grimy
a lucky dollar hands you

let’s in light—

hollow plink Pascoli’s out-
put blaspheming over Asch’s

—let’s in light

Nazarene novel finishes
witness to talcum toes’ powder

…let’s in light

restful of barren finger app’ed
echo synched at one half thousand

—let’s in light

stiff aboard the sanguine city
this call to say in linked minutes

let’s in light:
live-on-tape revulsion nightly

let’s in light:
calibrates an intravenous square

let’s in light—
cogitations per.second per.second

in my darkness,
this year’s bitter herbs at sunset