Closer.

                        look closer.

when the damp & dark of summer night

melts heavy, humid,

                                    I am flashing,

            flickering,

desperate       yellow-green       light

like Gatsby’s distant beacon

            mixing the very breath   I draw

with alchemy, and life blood

                        butterflies & luciferin

calling               to you               across              fields

begging             you                   to see

                 my love               my love

& one little beetle, breaking ground, breaking

my body, burning & incantatory

one of a thousand, yes,

but one of a thousand, hoping

my dance                      my song                        my flash

                    might        convince           you

            above                    &                falling

                             I am a star, too.