I come alive when the lights are out 

And the other ones turn on 

The TV is turned on 

I’ve tuned it out 

But tuned in to how I

Turn on a swivel to catch 

The score 

My core is at the core 

Of what I’m sitting up for

I was certain that when I stared

I wouldn’t get pulled in

A tug so gentle I wasn’t aware

Of when it attached

Itself

A fear that was snatched away

I share things in pieces

Because the whole would cause fractions

Described in my poetry

Are the things I can’t formulate perfectly

I scribe in my reality

How it would be a mistake

To take things

Without asking- for Granted

Or anything that has a different name

Than what we actually call it

Slight obsession