Red

Dry eyes like large raisins
as water teases hair
like crumpling paper mocks the writer
the sun’s drilled a hole in my forehead
snow melts down my eyes
and into my ears
sealing the noise trapped
and i wish i were back at the spring
in the middle of the woods
so i can hide my face in the trees
and hang from my jaw between half notes,
a dancing hummingbird, and full snores
loud enough to overcome the sound
that wore her eyes red

we’ll tell ourselves anything
to make it okay

we’ll say it enough times that we’ll believe it

tell our friends

put it on facebook

play an angry song

fuck a stranger

feel almost proud

and taste our heart as it rots

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