Night Light, 2.12.20
There is a motion-
sensitive night
light in my powder
room, just low
enough on the wall
that when I walk
through my
still-dark house,
awake too soon,
already taking
a break from writing
to take a piss,
it shows me
a shadow
with a giant dick
that’s there
in my hand,
impossibly
monstrously big,
a projection
so silly and
thrilling that
I can see
how everything
went wrong.