Blackout
Words By Jeffrey Schneider, Art By Comfreak
It’s fitting that I sit
in the dark. I think this
and it’s true, though it’s too much
like being alone.
I should be with my wife
with the lights on
watching her fall
asleep. That’s when she thinks
she can smell my intent.
After we make love
she reaches over in the darkness
and touches the corner of my eye
to see if I’m sad,
then my mouth
to see if I’m angry. Her finger
a roaming candle
lighting the lost participants’
secret features.