Visible World Sunlight pouring across your skin, your shadow flat on the wall. The dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs. You had not expected this, the bedroom gone white, the astronomical light pummeling you in a stream of fists. You raised your hand to your face as if to hide it, the pink fingers gone gold as the light streams straight to the bone, as if you were the small room closed in glass with every speck of dust illuminated. The light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through Excerpted from Crush by Richard Siken All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.