Yellow Light

Yellow Light


Weak yellow light in a shotgun apartment on East llth

I listened to Steely Dan.

"Soon everyone knew the thing was dead."

Drunk I understood all of the stories and cried.

The floor shined because of my tears and the light.

Of course abortions are failures.

Failures hurt.

A miscarrage is not the same as thinking about it.

Choices come around and grief is unavoidable.

In the dim light we cry alone for all broken connections.

In the dim yellow light we look at the floor and wonder what we did wrong.

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About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

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