Lights off

I switch the lights off, 
then on, then off, 

and then on. I do it 
one room at a time, 

so I can find 
the dark 

and keep it cornered—
stare right into 

its lightless eyes—
one, 

one, 
and then another—

lonely organs of 
the night—by the last hour 

they would all shut 
and die.

Dale Chou
2019-05-08