You could
Break me right in
half with
A million filaments of
Something like a
siphoning; perhaps more of a
Carjacking; blighting
A most
Moonlit mind with
Something like,
“Here, dear
One. I’ll hold you now.”
Something like an apology
Thirty years gestating.
Something like a god
Telling me:
“You’ve done it, dear one.
The lights are on.
You can go home.”
Stepy Kamei's work has appeared in journals including Gyroscope Review, FIVE:2:ONE Magazine, Grim and Gilded, The Pointed Circle, and Calamus Journal. She received her B.A. in Linguistics from San Francisco State University. In addition to writing, she frequently performs in interactive and globally-accessible theater productions.
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