It was red. by Aaron BlairIt was red, and now it's over,
but I'm still white and pink striped,
a tricky piece of candy;
surreptitiously bitter.
I keep the saltwater
in the side of my mouth,
a pocket between teeth and meat.
Sometimes I swallow,
and dream of the sea,
all the copper wires hiding,
buried below the silt.
When I touch them, the glyphs
of my personal mythology
ache as if they were new.
It's not so easy, this being,
this life of poetry wrapped in skin. 11/13/2005 Author's Note: A year has come and gone, and I haven't cut myself. Go me.
Posted on 12/12/2005 Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
|