Thumbtack

Take a light bulb from the closet

And replace the one above the faucet scrape

The whisker from my face nick my lip in pointless haste

Take a magic marker black darken a spot on the map

of a county on the coast



Where I was born out of a ghost

Underneath the ceiling fan contemplate a master plan

Breathe a sigh of recognition for a childhood superstition

Push a thumbtack in the wall pierce the picture I did draw

It's a graphic portrait from my you this hurts my heart this forced review