Cold Blue Plug






Fold it into the milk of her skin.



She is old and gushy 
Be nimble, be pushy




Look at her
at her soapy, homely broth 
Look at her
at her dopey, hold me, froth 
Now look at her, 
She is a warm matted moth



 



Whose wings cannot bear it
But still they repair it



She flies on and on. 



 



You are an old blue light 
You are a two-pin adaptor 
A cold-brewed tractor 
A fuse-lit raptor



 



Cold and



blue



brought brand new



 



Twitching with light, but won't buzz till it’s trapped her



 



Remember, you are a light



 



Blue



And cold



 



And with that, remember the power you hold



 



And when she flies onto your stomach



wings clenched at the bone 



tense with the twisting
Searching; maybe home



  



Remember, your light is built to be on 
Like a music box that can play just one song
And her life, her life, it is built to be long
But she can rest here, she thinks as she lands.  on the prong.



 



Two sugar legs stand now on the glow of your bulb;




her milk is still young,



do not let it go cold.