Lumens

Lumens dance
in straining eyes
upon a yawn.
Don’t fawn at me.
Disregard me
but do not defray
the width of your hips
though you traverse
the Caeneid way.
Spin back through time
to the day you were born
to find it out — 
how were you born? —
and rewind the clock
and play it back,
the rephrased tune,
and make the lumens
dance for you.

Life-Guard

Content disclaimer: Veiled mention of domestic violence.

High alert. Let’s report
how the water moves today
beneath the light and beneath
our gaze. Let’s discuss
the many ways the arms go flailing
through the baby waves
that spill into the gutters
and over the trays. A woman kicks,
her kneecaps breaking through
the stilled waters, while her
husband’s hands slip and slap,
making ripples. Let’s stop to consider
the steady trickle of blood
running out her nose.