The Mailer Review/Volume 13, 2019/Bedroom Light

Written by
Sal Cetrano

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Bedroom Light

Sal Cetrano

the light in her bedroom has been out for hours. She reaches for him, swayed by the wash of the moon and its exile waters and ripples of fallen stars, throaty rasp of tiger cub and fleshy plump of huntress back to den. She is old enough. Blossom of blue smoke, her lips fret the edge of salty questions, quiver and relax. A single candle is lit. It dances attention on stuffed dogs, training bra, milky plastic crucifix, jar of petroleum jelly. Dog-eared Polaroids glint like oyster shells on a flat cotton beach. A reef of crumpled tissues rings the bed. In the body she longs for, priests of Isis tremble at her veil, and the bloody herald teaches more than her mind can know. |}