look closer.


when the damp & dark of summer night

melts heavy, humid,


                                    I am flashing,




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.