Light Switches
God, but one wearies of flipping them,
of turning them, or punching or,
with certain rheostatted switches, sliding them.
Nipples on the walls’ flat chests,
they yield the milk of light—the creamy
incandescence of resistant tungsten,
Light Switches
God, but one wearies of flipping them,
of turning them, or punching or,
with certain rheostatted switches, sliding them.
Nipples on the walls’ flat chests,
they yield the milk of light—the creamy
incandescence of resistant tungsten,
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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