Glow is in the blinds and the shapes on the wall and the digital clock on the bookshelf that is right not even twice a day.
Can you imagine how warm we would be if the tips of our fingernails glowed green under red blankets?
Piling on the floor perpendicular to the shower the closet downstairs the coffee table
hanging over the door of the cabinet in the half bath
like the stove light left on overnight
it drapes over the bed and over my chest
reaching for used tissues
chocolate wrappers and pinched candle wicks.
It seeps into cracks and interlocks with chains but you have to hold it tightly and hold it gently and you have to not let it hurt you.
It never wanted to hurt you.
But the birds and squirrels could never know.