I've got so much blue light

I've got so much blue light

I’ve got so much blue light
for the rain to fall through
  that my insides feel like they’re outside
  & not quite right
naked sinew sinker tight.

I’ve got so little summer left to shine
  through the fog
    that my pores feel closed & tight
shut down unable to alight
bare bone finger bite.

I’ve got so much straw left to rot
   in the fields
     that each singular haystack
yellowy black motionless pile
 of my skinless plight
has no sand on the beach  
nude ligament empty fight.