just for fun, when writing the piece “lit/unlit” light was the word that rushed forth…
a word
rushes forth
at every chance
“am i needed?”
“am i sought?”
it repeats itself
like a child recites
“can i or can i not?”
shamelessly
pandering
clumsily
meandering
teasing forgetfulness
like it wants to be caught
but ever ready
with a toothy grin
“am i needed?
how ’bout now?
am i thought?”
intotheindigo 