a sestina. I probably shouldn't have done this, but once started, I couldn't stop. |
“sun in de eyes” Mom twisted round to deal with my distress cringing back my baby face was pale covering my eyes against the sun. she was helpless—it was just the light of Arizona day although I love the heat which comes with day the light burns deep into my vampire eyes making them shine with bloody, crimson light causing me to stress and so I never lay out in the sun my skin—it nearly glows, I am so pale I am the kind of pale that never seems to see the light of day reading until clouds cover the sun a steady fog brings smiles to my eyes and rain’s a signal that I can de-stress in the soft diffusion of the light a thundercloud that blocks out all my light is just the thing that makes my pale heart glad. For then, without the dreadful stress I can have an out-of-doors type day laughing through the storm with rain bright eyes without the sun but stormy weather can’t outlast the sun and all too soon the mist dies with the light I shade my eyes and rush indoors, as pale as others seem to be on grey, wet days their time to stress but I must stress though I can’t stand the sun for any length of time on a bright day when there is light nowadays I’m laughing—not just pale when I repeat “sun in de eyes” and even though the stress I feel from light as I avoid the sun and remain pale on rainy days its light is in my eyes |