lightbulb raze the tungsten filament that lit you up for so long succumbs, worn down by the weather it's been forced to endure, and i watch the last of you shimmer_and_fade. i listen for the cold snap of brittle bones as the sour breath of argon turns your milky body a darker shade of dead. your feet form a face that squints with one eye closed. a hematoma tinged with tin. you're one hundred watts of nothing now, and when i hold you up to the light your siblings give, i can see what's broken in you. i bring you to my ear and give your head a shake. it's as empty as mine. 220601 what's it to you? who go blather from