This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Texas chapter.
A small action warms me to your life again—
Press your finger into the curve of a disassembled lollypop,
Nudge me from sleep or clap me on the back for shock,
Switch my head and hear the click of the blink; awake.
Like those of the distant city
I shine to grasp at all but,
Like your eyes
I come to focus on what is before me:
My eye and your eyes
We stare at similar things throughout the night.
My eye and your eyes
We stare at different things when the city is alight.
Answer: (Indoor) Lamp