Last night, I died my hair blue. To match the blue
dresses I seem to wear or the earrings. There has been blue in my dreams, and,
naturally,
when I look over at the sky and out at the sea (a few chosen molecules happening to scatter that wavelength best).

_ Beneath _ my skin, it tosses  e n d l e s s,
as well as on ^top^ where I draw it in as
      l          w         r  petals
f          o           e        
and ((((oceans)))) for all eyes.

It’s a place, blue is. It’s in my head and waiting to plunge at my eyelids if they should ever close.
~ Blue ~ is:

  erase
  expose
  rest

  Pulse. His eyes. Pulse. Are gone; this is a new blue, a deeper blue, a me-er blue. My own. (!+!+!)

Turns out- you were mostly whole with a few ruts, and I, a smattering of solids, was just enough to fill them in till they'd grown out.

So I try and paint you. Because I was driving home last night and then, all of a sudden, someone turned the street signs turned into your smiles and the traffic lights into your eyes. Upon sketching out your jaw, the arc of your cheek, the nose line you so despised, I grow weary and elect to go with a sunset instead. Having limited canvas, I carefully rip your face in two, detaching the teeth from the smiling eyes, the upper from the lower. The symbolism disappears and what once resided on the backing of my scenery shot becomes a lone mouth: a strangers mouth. I erase it because it's none of my business.

Spring folds,
its deck shred
'cross poppy laden
fields.

Away with the heavy air and a bit lighter on the lungs!
          Color seeps
          from stone and skies
          part.

In evening-time, we walk past the old playgrounds, as always, while sleepy suns settle their eyes on lazy toes and swing-set reds.
~
Land that is known,
stay awhile.

Steering wheels too. I grip and they slip. Zero-gravity throats and an acute awareness of how heavy limbs become when theyre unwanted. Flash past street signs ("Virginia", "Jefferson") and cars, those glistening hunks of destiny.

Dont criticize personalities, it kills.

My veins,
                    blue things that squirm about under cuts of flesh,
call out louder than usual. Same with car tires and philosophy-laced heavens. I, the pulp, am insignificant and so plead for allowances in regards to my ****** appetite.

(The sun sets)

Ask what their favorite colors are

Check in with them in the morning

Check out in the evening

Make plans for the next day

Follow through with your plans for the next day

Choose walking paths away from busy roads or large falls

Learn all their most used phone numbers

Help them get dressed

Laugh when they ask you to walk with them while near busy roads or large falls

Call all their most used phone numbers

Hold their hand

Hold their hand tighter when they reach for things to **** themselves with

Laugh when they call you a bad friend

Label them. If you don’t, you’ll take it personally.