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Junk Light

An ode to stupid all-nighters in front of the TV.

By Suze KayPublished 4 months ago 1 min read
Junk Light
Photo by Fran Jacquier on Unsplash

We spent a week's worth of nights awake

at the flickering altar. It made sense to us.

What was budding was secret, and the night was made for secrets.


My dream partner, my movie dreamer, my accidental thigh brush.

We could have gotten through every movie worth watching, but we filled

our eyes with junk light instead. It was beautiful.


Gratuitous gore coated our retinas. 2AM commercials, too loud,

Pried us from the couch, brought us kneeling for the remote.

For one week I would not take his name in vain. But yours?


Oh, my God: Just one more hour watching junk light with him.

I'm prone. I'm begging for the rerun.

I'm hopeful for the needless sequel.

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About the Creator

Suze Kay

Pastry chef by day, insomniac writer by night.

Catch me here for spooky stories, crushable poems, and overall weird thoughts.

Or, let me catch you on my website!

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  • Karen Cave4 months ago

    Absolutely stunning. A short, gorgeous ode to that 2D altar x

  • Poppy4 months ago

    Ahh this is amazing. It’s so unique and creative but beautifully poetic!

  • Your poem was so relatable! I loved it!

  • Mackenzie Davis4 months ago

    Stunning. This reads like falling in love. That whole first stanza is a wondrous thing to behold. “It made sense to us. What was budding was secret. And the night was made for secrets.” Wow. The double meaning in those final two lines is perfection. perfection. Next level poem, Suze.

  • Emma Kate Coleman4 months ago

    “My accidental thigh brush.” I mean, that’s just incredible, Suze! Amazing word choices throughout. 👏☺️

  • Paul Stewart4 months ago

    This is rather beautiful and relatable! Well done, Suze!

  • Jazzy 4 months ago

    That 2 am commercial feeling is too real; great poem!

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