Scrim in the Bedroom

 

Light playing through the window

Making old bed sheets seem romantic

And my face seem dramatic

And your face seem misaligned.

 

I like you in the darkness, with the light filtered through the scrim.

I like the way your shadows become different monsters in the dark,

And your nose looks too big, and your eyes, too close together.

Would you still be my darling little muffin if you were ugly?

In the darkness, I find my answer is always, and resoundingly, yes.

(But only if you were in the right lighting.)

Jessica Allen

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