Every Time I Decided Not to Set Myself On Fire

You flicker

Let’s say you are flickering

More than that

Let’s say you glitter

This has to do with occlusion

The occlusion of your light by a foreign body

Though surely the term foreign is too loaded

A body neither yours nor mine occludes both

of us from each other

But briefly

And then again

So briefly, and repeatedly, that we glitter

Or you glitter and I flicker

We are still and yet we seem to move

We are helplessly animated by the brief

occlusion of our lights

That is what we are

Not according to our will

That is what we are

That is what we are

This night