Arto Vaun: Singed Bedroom, Weekend Afternoon

I painted the walls plum and hung sheer

Curtains so when they caught fire from the atoms

Rushing from my body this afternoon

It was the loveliest thing I had seen

The rain came down like a song as I was

Disintegrating seamlessly all electric soft colors

I turned into something solar and crackling

Watching from my twin bed

How I wanted to reach out to my own going

As a spirit might want to examine itself in a photo

Barely present in a spot of faded yellow light

Looking hard squinting and asking Is that me

This poem has previously appeared in Glimpse.