The Filament in a Light Bulb Makes Up its Core

by James Allen Thomson

I find the more people
in the room, the less
light there tends to be.
Objects are absorbent.
I have spent a lot
of time searching
for reflective people.
I have spent a lot
of time disappointed
in myself. When I was
at the store, I purchased
bulbs and a generator.
I forgot the switches.
I forgot to come out
of the bedroom
last time we had guests.
I believe the fan
makes noise for me. I
believe when air circulates,
so does my smile. I have
seen bone in biology,
the freeway ditches,
protein dishes, and the one
time I really broke my leg.
Once everything is picked
away. We go ghostly.

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James Allen Thomson currently lives in Central Texas where he is an English lecturer at Texas State University. His poetry has appeared in Poached Hare, Twyckenham Notes, and IthacaLit.