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Haptics of Blue

In tender protest, / my world is another color.

I am just about / ninety percent apple at this point—all out // of baskets and stuck on a riverbank smack-dab / in the middle of orchard country.

I mean I need to love with the love that is milk before the pitcher / shatters

All those promises. / Every teardrop wiped away… / Insufficient, Lord.

A realization with the acrid smell / of distant fires.

I know no other way to love you than to hurt you

If heaven exists and I’m not saying it does / I don’t imagine rolling hills flowery meadows

I do not know / where pleasure leads,

black-robed Death never closer / with cartoon scythe and cardboard eyes.

We women remained until we could not. / Time folded into a burial cloth.