The resident chronicles

The Resident Chronicles

By Ben Nardolilli 

Under the heat of the light, I recharge my skin and pretend

I’m outside under the glare of the sun,

It works, after an hour I start to worry about a sunburn,

And I can ignore the fact the lightbulb

Stays in place on the ceiling without rising or setting in the sky,

As if high noon just lasts forever and ever for now

Other attempts at going outside are less successful

In the living room, I look at a tapestry and imagine myself

Out in the woods with trees, flowers, and cats,

It’s not as easy as the lamp though, because the rug is abstract

And now I’m starting to have trouble

Remembering what actual trees, flowers, and cats look like.

Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, The Northampton Review, Local Train Magazine, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at and is trying to publish a novel.

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