Of Courtyards
by Mark Navarro
Fluorescent
these walls are fluorescent
as they beam upon my quivering brow
their rays parch these lips
that wish to immerse themselves
in my bathroom sink
the air is moving, shifting
swirling over my aching head
the city is much softer
than this room
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