City Lights

It hurts a little,
but you tell yourself it’s okay.
Moonlight on black bay
its own gray,

thick as a feeling.
Angled mirror on sky’s ceiling:

you think you’re stealing
the softest light for Night.
You’re revealing your
mack moves to Day.

They’re all laughing away.
It hurts a little, but you say
we’ve all been cast
from the past.

With the seriousness of a
kid eating fruit,
we reboot.

A little pain beats more pain.
City lights are pretty sights.

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