please dont lie
i make you see and taste and hear mud
i stain your plum-perfect existence
i of knees and elbows
not suited for your world
in your i’s break porcelain
laugh too hard
and smile too loud
i spirited lollypop
on your dry stuck-up tongue
you cough me up
i sunrays on sundays
and fiestas on mondays
and wildfire through my tributaries
i spicy thick warm wine
dancing and shouting
expanding
you?
you sick pallor
you suffocate in your bitter skin
you winter without christmas
thirsty turkey with no gravy
i stain you mustard