Illuminated There's no hurry. A bedside lamp with no bulb and a belly button. The room lights are out but the curtains are wide open. Cups wrapped in plastic and a right foot. Really, the light from the Best Western sign is all I need as lines form slowly in my drawing book. A rotary telephone and a freckled arm. Is this okay? Can we keep working a while longer? Emaciated pillows and pretty breasts. If you'll let me pour us a little more halfway good bourbon, I think my eyes could get used to this light. A pile of bedspreads and dirty curly hair. Just like a camera, I'm slowing down my shutter speed and letting hints of you work their way back into my retinas and down onto my paper.