The Crack of Light

The Crack of Light


It’s come down to this

There is no escape

The Ben-Gay Man has me


I’ve been caught

out in the open

I’ve left the safety of my bed

The chase is on

thanks to the leaving

of the fireplace screen


just a crack


Oh the pain

or was it

the curtain

to the sliding door

left ajar

not fully closed

so he can’t get in



the terror I feel

as he chases me around

the hardwood

living room floor

What happened to the carpet

What is that light I see

coming from under

the kitchen door

Is there help beyond?


What is that


those raised voices

the seriousness of it all

followed by exaggerated


the clinking of

cocktail glasses

the puncturing

of a can of beer

with the cheapest tool

one can find

in their – drawer

that I am forbidden

to go in

too many sharp things

that will do me harm!


The refrigerator opens

a big knife

is brought out

to carve off slabs

of raw roast beef

just the way

that big man likes it

Oh how he bellows

about the burnt bodies

he smelled at Iwo Jima


Stop it!

That hurts!

You’re full of shit


and you know it



Are you in there?

Can you help me


The Ben-Gay Man

has me


I don’t know

if I can find

my way back to bed.

“And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake,  And no birds sing.”


About Royal Rosamond Press

I am an artist, a writer, and a theologian.
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