i desire the color of this day
to burn a hole in my arms and slide
into my muscles to glow with
a blue-purple light;

if only to wait until the evening,
to make a small incision under the base
of my thumb, a coffee cup
resting underneath.

Then I could dip my quill into the cup,
a red and black and blue murky spirit dripping
from the bone-ivory tip,
recalling the day.

Anemia will set in, the hundreth page finished,
leaves have been drawn in true colors, my face now ivory,
i forget my own manners, falling down,
and dying in the middle of winter.

11/24/2007

Posted on 11/24/2007
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