the bollard
there’s a bollard
just outside
my window
and it’s bright
as hell
and I can’t help
looking at it
as I write
I don’t remember
it being
so bright
the landlord
must have replaced
the bulb
with uranium
I fidget
with the blinds
so that a slat
might cover it
but no matter
how I place them,
they always swing
back into place
and the bollard
shines
through the madness,
mocking me
with its radioactivity
I finally give up
and close the blinds
but somehow
the bollard
shines even brighter
in my mind
I am swallowed
by white light
vaporized
in the pre-dawn quiet
victimized
by life’s obscene,
capricious mechanism
I think
I’ll take a bat
to that damn bollard
dance atop its shards
and around its twisted frame
dance in my newfound darkness
or at least complain
to the front office
let them know
they dropped a bomb
outside my window
and I don’t
appreciate it
- © Nathaniel Sverlow 2023
Nathaniel Sverlow is a freelance writer of poetry and prose. He currently resides in the Sacramento area with two cats, one incredibly supportive wife, and a rambunctious son. His previous publishing credits include Typehouse Literary Magazine, Black Fox Literary Magazine, and Black Coffee Review. He has also written two poetry books and one prose collection: The Blue Flame of My Beating Heart (2020), Heaven is a Bar with Patio Seating (2021), and The Culmination of Egotism (2022).
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