The moon, it’s a lightbulb
over the basement stairs,
the pull-string hangs
in the middle of the room
just above, tip-toes to grasp
the tiny bell shaped weight
and it burns my retina
as la luz explodes.

How long did I search
before pulling the cord,
hands searched back and forth,
until it came on – la Luz.

Outside, I caught snowflakes on my tongue,
I stood shivering in the dark
afraid of the insides of my eyelids.
How I hoped that
the doctor’s new cure,
like La Luz, would save me from shadows.

viví para la luz del invierno
con la luz de mil criatales de hielo,
they were fairy rings in the winter sky.