T o d d   M e r c e r

Goodnight, Lacey Jane.

I’m fresh out of Band-Aids

and surprise-save contingency plans.

You’re tired and I’m tired.

Shut this down, let’s close up the house,

call it a lost day, strive

for functionalism

when it’s light outside.

Wish you knew what I saw,

radiance to spare

in the beginning.