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I can’t eat them if colors aren’t separate. I save the blue for last.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
sky meets sea in a clashing of blue vacancy, holds all and nothing.
blue leash held in teeth standing over me, pleading for an early walk.
looking glass waters hold dusk’s dying blue blush in contemplative depths.
stumble my way to blinking blue light in the gloom. guide me to vigor.
I hate blueberries. You make blueberry pancakes. I eat with a smile.
blue vacuum I wield constantly. you don’t even know where we keep it.
royalty herald, richest of pigments adorn those bedecked in crowns.
I wore navy to the funeral, couldn’t bear the black he hated.
blue veins, enchanting windows to complexity; body’s hidden work.
mistress’s blue dress, what they buried her in. I made sure you got blamed.
blue diamond, a vow and a shackle resting grim on my ring finger.
