“Let there be no light.”

by Regis Boff

My father would hit me if I did not turn off the lights in our house. He saw value in a penny.
I waste light wantonly now. My son has never turned off a light. I have no confidence he even knows how.
I often wonder whether I am too wealthy. Our home’s nighttime shine causes astronauts to mistake us for Akron, Ohio.
I throw pennies out of my car while driving, treating them as litter.
I suppose Shakespeare was right. Everything men do is about killing our fathers.
Perhaps God’s Father was Darkness.

PUBLISHED: January 6, 2017
FILED UNDER: Unnoticed in Clever Worlds