"Glowing in the Dark" by Karina Borowicz

By  day  they're  the  color  of  ivory.    The  world  goes  about  itsbusiness.    Nothing is amiss.    But soon enough,  dusk beginsflooding the street.    Now is when my collection of objects startslonging:   the  little  rubber  ball,   the  toy  spaceman,   the  VirginMary.   Their green-tinged glow,   like  the  gentle  sobs  of  night-blooming plants, is a homesickness for the moon. It's even moreheartbreaking   to   learn   their   phosphorescence   comes   fromcreatures of the ocean floor.