with a faulty
bulb that flickers;
its stammers
were advertisements
for deficiency and lack.
But I've gradually grown
used to all its
wavering and dithers—
such maneuvers
remind me that it's
perfectly alright
to stutter
and to hesitate, to cut
my lags some slack—
that it might be
as natural
as visible light
that I'd like
to hedge
my bets a bit,
or hold
the slightest
something back.
