“Another Edison”

Burnt out, yet still
sitting in a socket
somewhere;
a glass corpse.
The power remains on.
I drain it,
but still no output.
Nobody has changed me.
Nobody has cared enough
to notice
the lights are out.
I've been sitting alone
in the dark
a long time, by now.
Put your hands on me.
Somebody. Do it.
Wrap your long fingers
around my bulb.
Screw me out.
Screw me in.
Screw me until I come
back on again.

narrative poem written on 01-19-2017 by: on mattkane.com
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