The colors, she says, staring at the hanging basket, the red, orange, pink, purple of verbena, geranium, million bells — all tumbling over the
Your jacket is box elder basal sprout green, your shoes green like a three ring binder. If I peeled back your skin long enough,
Standing before this stranger, I become the silhouette of a fair-faced man who doesn’t exist; I am a dark spot in the middle of