I WANT TO TURN YOU off, because you turn me ON. I want to flip a switch and dim your light, ditch the thought of your gaze sliding by. But every time I close my eyes your lips brush mine. My head’s a sound-board feeling water-boarded tears tapping behind my lids like a scrubber swiping left on our forgotten fantasies. You cracked my circuitboard so now I only see in sepia hear in sorrow feel in fragments a mere shadow of the void you left. In stereo. In me.