Luminous Sculptures
See the way we shine – see, that’s us
on the beach with our feet just so.
The 10-year-old buries his sister
to the neck while the dog bites at foam
it can’t catch. You and me, we’re see-through.
We stand still while organs pump, veins
turn electric blue and our blood – I haven’t
mentioned blood but it’s brick, thick too.
And to think anyone watching doesn’t see
you or me but the highway underneath, as if
they can ever know the roads.
