All her world is art and always has been.Pink is her color/scarlet her theme.
Her kitchen imports a new black refrigerator/freezer.
She stubs her toenail shifting it in here.Blood red in her shoes-a new splot style
She smiles as the throb turns blue and black as bruise
Pink looks thin now with these new deep red daubs.Blood in her shoes
blood on the floor.Her black refrigerator rhymes with black blue bruise
tea tree oil in warm water/a bandage/she feels new.To be pink in a world of red throb
All her art is coloured.
PLASTIC
The refrigerator came wrapped in plastic.Plastic within more plastic.
The river has Coke bottles plastic floating/detritus/debris
When we die,will we be stored in plastic?Radiation and plastic live forever-
our small four score and ten a scratch in plastic eternities. Make me temporary..
RAIN
It took a while for the rain to fall like a curtain upon our walls
Cold moved in first to reconnoitre-streams sang down to street level
Home is where you stare at the cold world outside
while staying dry within
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