名人诗歌|The sisters of the broken candle

covered every window in the house with x-rays of my bandaged eye.

working backwards^{1 from the sky says she follows every fissure2 until it's}

time for the stiches to come out. When something falls you should pick it up.

spilled sand and lamplight has been my sister for a while now.

They say we are slivered^{3 glass. Fluttered numbers and milk.}

Flickers^{4 sutured in skin.}

They tried to convince me that half the word filament^{5 is night.}

Every rattled^{6 out lightbulb means a brother's pillow is burning.}

We all watch the clock. Eyes running out of aluminum^7.