Chris Blexrud
To Light
I kiss you at the beginning of this
poem for I cannot wait till its end
I still haven't learned not to rush
even the middle part of things
like the day we spent at the park
and you would not let me sleep
all that sun and you kept me under
it—beside you, half-awake
and I felt like a bug in a lamp, so close
to a light I could never imagine leaving
poem for I cannot wait till its end
I still haven't learned not to rush
even the middle part of things
like the day we spent at the park
and you would not let me sleep
all that sun and you kept me under
it—beside you, half-awake
and I felt like a bug in a lamp, so close
to a light I could never imagine leaving
Biography
Chris Blexrud (he/him) is a librarian and writer living in Albuquerque. Though he doesn’t know how long that will be true: the writer part, or the Albuquerque part, or the living part.
