Monday O(Emily

hold Emily. in light. in the glaring of it huddling her. holding Emily. hold Emily she's saying: whisperings through the glare; whispers of the glare; secrets from her mouth in there. hold me she's saying. don't go. feathers plume the light around her: a full-feathering of brightest light. she's huddled in there, her eyes are down. black smallish circles of just visible in the distance, above lips; just-theres in the milk-center of all the whiteness; a whiteness blondeness of hair falling over them, her eyes there, hiding, saying, look