Untitled, Zachary Vaughn
Five o’clock shadows cast down their doubting eyes.
They turn my wall – a hapless host to a lone Light Bulb – gray.
My sea-glassy-eyed window vets each immigrant sunbeam
who asks to take refuge
who would settle its errant light
Even on the nails
who used to host pictures but those were
voted out in favor of hanging my
hand-washed floral underwear
up to dry like funeral bouquets
Even on the backs
of the first mosquitos
to arrive at the feast
before my Great Mesh Wall goes up
Even on my porcelain face,
which is wont to ponder,
pulls a thin veil across the window
flips on the switch
for the lone Light Bulb.
In its castigating orange light
I lean against the shadow-chilled wall
that rests between my bed
and the prayer mats of my family.
About the Artist
Zachary Vaughn · Oberlin College
Originally from Vacaville, California, Zachary Vaughn is a student at Oberlin College. This piece first appeared in Plum Creek Review.