it started with a fight and a brawl,
my words aiming at your stomach and your
eyes sending flames into my stone eyes
dethrone the sky, you declared as you crossed
your arms and tilted your neck back to absorbÂ
the last of the
sunrise.
i shouted in response that it never judged and let me be,
that i took comfort in knowing it was something
i could never be. even though the fan blew its
hardest it would never move my sheet of security.
i like the blue, i like the flashing smilesÂ
that blend with the clouds tears as it cries.Â
you said, under the blue, we can
peel away and find yellow.Â
we will be together
in green, unseen.
you talked as though
she couldnât hear,
as though napoleon cut off her ear.
but men with overbearing self-worth
and stern eyebrows will neverÂ
reach that high and so they
cut down children and cut
women apart and sell their body parts
to men in bethlehem.
iâm going to do it,
iâm climbing up now.
i sat in a cage with clipped wings
like a love bird without a partner;
like that raped girl he sang about.
polly want a cracker.
horses pushed me out and stood on
one another and i attacked your body
and our innocence, and our bodies
went tumbling down to the ground
where we were born.
âlets start overâ
âforget about the blue, write it downâ
the pale skin against your dark palm
aligned how i was feeling during chestnut summers
when the sky stayed how i liked it, when i could
smell something roasting in the air.
the chandeliers cracked at our suggestions, they laughed
and melted all over marie antoinetteâs grave.
amandla
baratheonpilled
romaincrisis
