Temporary Incandescence

I am not opposed to glowing in the dark

it’s the sun I’m worried about

trapped inside my skin like liquid nitrogen.

 

It was the snap, crackle, and pop that did me in

all my joints releasing pathways for the flow

and filling me with neon soul.

 

Now I am unnecessarily green

and they say it won’t last too long

but already I’m losing steam.

 

Come night, come Romeo

and rename the rose to smell as sweet

I feel found, with the light so low.