Its not exactly the sun.

Its not exactly the sun.
Its a yellow light.
I mean walking down the sidewalk.
Its a yellow light
Soundless.
Picking up the telephone
Peeling an orange
Its the yellow light.

Shoot an arrow through it
Its  yellow

Fight with her
at night.
it moves across the rooms
between you
yellow--

I saw it at my Mother's funeral
I saw it in the garden
I saw it sliding among the bottles at
the liquor store.
That's not Eric.
I dont know what that is.

It sits inside me now
and yet it looks at me
from the walls

We cant nail this one on the cross
We'll live with it.
Like with live with dresser drawers
dogs
cats
roaches

If it comes to see you
dont phone me
Ive gone
unlisted.