“
How vulnerable
we would all be if longing
shone through our bodies,
if our skins were translucent
lanterns flushed with yellow flame
leaping in the strange
and unpredictable winds
of our desire, like
the neon Morse code fireflies
use to brazenly flick the night.
”
-
Lee Ann Roripaugh, section 3 “Lumen” from “Bioluminescence,” in On the Cusp of a
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