the sun rays burned
through your bedroom window
and made a rainbow on your
sagging ceiling as we lay
sprawled in bed beneath it.

we looked around the room
for brief, curious intervals
over the next few days
wondering what caused our
10 AM visitor and missing it
when it stopped coming.

then you thought to shift
a crooked spined book
on your dresser top
to expose the hard belly
of a scratched CD
that was beneath it.

wait and see
you said confidently.

and the next morning
it came back.

our tangent of sun
with such intimate
tentacle reach, shone
through the glass
off the disc
and onto the ceiling
for us to witness.

it was pleasant luck
of angle and timing
we both agreed.
everything always
in relation to us and the way
things revolved
at a safe distance,
around the perimeter
we made together.

a fragile, slanted luck.

as we sat and stared
sucking in oxygen to gasp,
i had a brief eclipse of thought
that read like a scrolling maquee
of letters and text glanced at
from the passenger seat
of a car travelling fast.

it was something about a brain
in a vat and the way
it can still bathe
in sunshines passed,
never knowing
the difference.